I didn’t really take any pictures in March. I’ve been all about the Instagram story lately. I know, I know. I’m a hypocrite because I said I hated Instagram. Sue me. I like the casualness of stories and I hate Snapchat for turning Venice into a corporate campus.
But you know what I did do? I read. A LOT. I think on one particularly chill Saturday I read two books in a row. So for this month, I’m trying a little bit of a different format where I just list off some books I read. Let me know if you like it!
What I Read:
I have been on this kick lately where I’m trying to read the books on my Goodreads to-read shelf, in the order that I added them. So, it’s kind of a strange selection.
Ugh, this was awful. This book was only 300 pages long, but it felt SO much longer. It was about a woman named Rachel who contracts leprosy as a six-year-old living in Honolulu. Then it follows her ENTIRE LIFE and BEYOND as a leper. It spanned over 70 years, but it felt more like 140 years. Do not recommend.
Karen Russell writes really weird short stories about strange childhoods (usually in Florida, a very strange place). The highlight is the title story, about a boarding school for feral children. I thought it was great, but it’s certainly not for everyone. If you like this, Karen Russell expanded the first story “Swamplandia!” into a full-length novel, which I loved (but my aunt hated).
I specifically remember my ex-boyfriend’s mom recommending this book for me approximately 1,000 years ago. Well, that relationship is long gone, but I finally got around to reading this book. It’s about a middle aged National Geographic photographer who has a week-long triste with an Iowa housewife while he’s photographing covered bridges. And then apparently they never get over each other and love each other until death and beyond, even though they can’t be together. It was beautifully written, but I just didn’t buy their eternal love. Like, of course you feel like that in the first week. It’s called infatuation.
I have never read a book with so many hand jobs in it. That’s all I have to say about that.
Damnnnnnn this book was SO GOOD. It’s a (sort of) contemporary gothic about a young woman who marries a recent widower and goes to live with him at his English estate. She’s super insecure and feels like she can’t live up to his seemingly perfect dead wife…but then all this other stuff happens. You wno’t be able to put it down. This is a great companion to Jane Eyre, which is another one of my faves.
I read Bacigalupi’s The Windup Girl in college and thought it was great. Ship Breaker is set in a similar post-energy crisis world. It’s about a teenage boy named Nailer, a poor ship breaker living in a beach shantytown on the Gulf Coast, who finds a rich heiress in a shipwreck after a hurricane. He tries to return her to her people but there’s danger at every turn blah blah blah. Maybe my tastes have changed and I just don’t like YA like I used to, but this book really grated on my nerves.
Room is about a 5-year-old boy named Jack and his young mother who live in a small room. I feel like everyone already knows what this is about, but I would hate to give it away if you weren’t familiar with it. I thought it was quite good. I listened to the audiobook for part of it, which was annoying because it’s narrated by a child. And it was obviously a woman pretending to be a little boy, and it was SO irritating.
In conclusion, definitely check out Rebecca and maybe St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves if you like weird stuff.