I so loved most of the books I read this month. I really didn’t enjoy one at all. It took me forever to get through it and I should have just given up and moved on, but I felt I needed to end it. Does that ever happen to you with books? I remember a few times that I started a book that I realized was disturbing and rather then let the words haunt me during the days ahead, I stayed up until 6am finishing it so I could put it to rest. Once the last page closes and I have moved on to the next, my head fills with the fresh words and I can move on, but it has to end or its like a biblio-purgetory in there…not good at all. Well enough about that…here’s what I read this last month…
1. What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty. Oddly while I was reading this book, I also encountered the theme of amnesia in two shows I was watching, fits with the rule of three I suppose, but it seemed like an eerie coincidence. This was one of the books I loved, I was completely absorbed in the story which is about a mom who hits her head and thinks it’s 10 years ago…before she had kids. Her struggle to remember the last decade of her life, including her life with her children and learning how much she has changed was well done and it sucked me right in.
2. The Knitting Circle by Ann Hood. As I buy used books, I’m at the mercy of what others have been reading and what has recently been donated. Sometimes it feels as though a theme is occurring with what’s available and this past month there seemed to be a great amount of fiction dealing with the death of a loved one. I kept these to a minimum so I wasn’t crying every night and this one made the cut. The story focuses on a group of women, their learning each others pasts as they try and heal though the common bond of knitting. I may have cried. You may not want to read this on the beach or in public…much more suited for cozy home reading with a cup of tea.
3. The Help by Kathryn Stockett. I have been meaning to get to this one from the day I saw the movie. I began it at jury duty last week and as I walked into the courthouse with it in my hand, I was stopped multiple times by people telling me how great it was. It lived up to that and then some. It was so good that while I was reading it, I kept telling myself how good it was. I didn’t want it to end. I loved it and highly recommend it to anyone and everyone. Read this book.
4. Let Nothing You Dismay by Mark O’Donnell. One night a gay Manhattanite who has been having a horrible day, has to go to 7 holiday parties and deal with all of the drama that you can imagine 7 parties filled with family and gay men create. It was cute, not as wonderful as the other 3, but I was amused. The actual book up there sadly had an accident though. It’s now a sad little broken book, RIP book.
5. A Passage To India by E.M. Forster. Ugh. Sometimes you finish a classic and think, there are so many incredibly books that have been written since this one, why is it still getting attention? I’d rather not give it any more. Go read The Help.