With so many books on my To Read shelf-turned-shelves, I made a(n empty) promise that I wouldn’t buy any more novels for a while. Alas, I didn’t even make it through January before I bought a book…okay, books. One purchase was a textbook though, so I don’t think it should count, but there’s no excuse for the other one (fine — two).
The good news is I’ve managed to read six books from my To Read shelf. The bad news is I loved all but one so my bookshelves aren’t much lighter.
We Should All be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was a quick and thought-provoking read. I have never identified with the word feminist: the idea, yes; the word, no. I’m trying to make up for that complacency now. This was the first book in my quest for some feminist clever and it was a good one.
Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates was a difficult but stunning read. I took many digestive pauses, circled names and ideas I wanted to learn more about, and bookmarked many pages. Definitely a book I will go back to.
The Nest by Kenneth Oppel is one of the most unique books I’ve read in a long time. Jon Klassen’s illustrations added just the right amount of creepiness to enhance an incredible and unusual story. It has taken up residence on my All-Time Favourites shelf.
The Monster Calls by Patrick Ness (Jim Kay has been sitting on my shelf for ages. I had justified the purchase by telling myself it was for my son, but I’ve now officially laid claim. It’s new home is my Favourites shelf. Jim Kay’s illustrations are phenomenal. I found myself pausing often to get lost in the images of the monster. , Siobhan Dowd
I want to devour everything Patrick Ness has ever written. Fortunately, I have two more of his books on my shelf. As previously alluded to: I have a problem.
Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon was a great, quick read. Loved the two main characters and it has a comfy place on my shelves so my kids can pick it up one day.
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes didn’t make the cut for long-term housing. I had never heard of this book prior to reading Everything, Everything and then – boom – I visit a bookshop and there’s Flowers for Algernon prominently displayed. Obviously, the universe was telling me that little Algernon should live with me. Checking Goodreads after I finished the book, I think I might be the only person (truly, the only one) that didn’t enjoy this book. The story was interesting enough to keep me reading, but I just never felt a connection with the characters.
I’m reading Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness by Susannah Cahalan now and feeling equal parts love and terror. I can’t put it down and steal moments to read a few pages whenever I can. I think I just might have a minute or two now…