I have no excuse. I am a terribly lazy, horrible, no good book blogger.
What can I say? Life happens.
Fear not, since March I have read an additional 40 books that we can talk about. I also traveled to Edinburgh, the Netherlands and got engaged!
But no excuses. Let’s try this again (anyone else getting déjà vu?)
Since we last met, I’ve read some pretty great things. Because of the hype surrounding The Great Gatsby movie, I decided to re-read that. It was better than I remember it being but it still doesn’t do it for me. If we’re being honest, the 1920s don’t do it for me. The entire decade, so over-the-top and self-involved. Rarely does something that comes from that decade inspire me. That said, I downloaded the movie soundtrack last week and I’ve been listening to it non-stop ever since.
My book club designated Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand as our pick for April. Before that we’d made our way through The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry so evidently we have a penchant for older English gentlemen. Major Pettigrew is a widower in a small English town that prides itself on maintaining the older traditions. Which is all well and good until Major Pettigrew engages in an unlikely friendship with the widowed Mrs. Ali. This book kind of reminded me of The Casual Vacancy in terms of the village prejudices that go unchallenged for generations until they unravel altogether. I was especially intrigued by the relationship between the Major and his son. I hope I don’t treat my parents like that!
I finally got my hands on some Harry Hole thrillers by Jo Nesbo. And…I’m hooked. Probably not a massive surprise considering my predilection for Camilla Lackberg and Agatha Christie but a new obsession nonetheless.
A number of books finally made their way into my hands actually. I finally got around to reading books by Jen Lancaster (Jeneration-X this time), Mindy Kaling (Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?) and Jenny Lawson (aka The Bloggess, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened). Clearly I enjoy funny women. To that end, I still have to read Kelly Oxford’s book.
A friend loaned me Secret Daughter and The Painted Girls and I ended up feeling completely differently about both books than I assumed I would: I assumed that I would love The Painted Girls (Paris, ballerinas, Degas!) and ended up being completely underwhelmed while I assumed that Secret Daughter would be underwhelming and I ended up being completely swept away by it.
But in all of the 40 books I’ve read since I abandoned you all, there’s one that stays with me more than any other: Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life.
Holy sh*t you guys, this books is amazeballs.
I’m going to post a full post about it. It deserves at least that.
What have you been reading since I left you?