I was breaking out in hives. Shaking. Clawing at my skin. ‘What the hell is this?’ I said to Sarge. ‘Red splotches. On my neck. Should I do this? I think I’m gonna be sick. Hold my hand.’ And then I grabbed his hand. Maybe broke his fingers. A little. No, I was not peeing on a stick. I was not choosing table linens for the wedding dinner (which is actually the wedding breakfast, but never mind). None of those…
Or, book reviews that are one sentence. Or one line, depending on your definition of ‘sentence’. Work with me. Chicken With Plums – I fell asleep in the middle, and woke up by the end. Death at La Fenice – The start of my new favourite series. The Fault in Our Stars – I might have developed a slightly age-inappropriate crush on Augustus Waters. MWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search For A New Best Friend – An exercise in First-World problems.…
Goodreads says I’ve read 49 books this year. That would be a painful number, if I wasn’t taking a reading break from the 5oth to share my top 10 for 2012, in some semblance of order: The Snow Child The History of Love The Panopticon The Story Sisters The Invisible Circus Dandelion Wine The Night Circus The Art of Fielding Where’d You Go, Bernadette? The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop These are the books I lived with this year. The ones I…
On Monday, I finished Where’d You Go Bernadette, which was my 43rd book of the year and my 701st listed on Goodreads. And it really needs a question mark at the end. Because questions without question marks annoy me. As well as a grammatically incorrect title, it was the first hardcover book I’ve read in a while. I read it naked. Smooth and unadorned. The book, not me. I find book jackets flappy and useless, and lose them quickly. On…
Reading Through The Stacks
Reading Through The Stacks: An Open Apology To My Book Group
3rd September 2012Since September has arrived, I figured I’d do another reading update. I’ve finished seven books since the last round-up post: Before I Go To Sleep – I did end up liking this a lot. I thought about it for awhile after the last page, which I suppose is a good sign. I’ve had more vivid dreams since I read it, which is an even better sign. I stayed up late to finish it, which is maybe the best sign. Dandelion…
