This blog post is very late, but I promise I did indeed read some books in September. 10 of them, even. And one of them was a new candidate for favourite book of the year – I’m just gonna cut to the chase, it’s In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado and it’s amazing – so I’m extra sorry to have withheld this valuable post from you.
This was a month of two halves: a lot of heavy capital-L Literature to start, and then a whole bunch of sci-fi (with a rom-com breather in the middle).
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I am really into reading at the moment – writing, not so much.
Here are my thoughts on the 9 books I read this month, including two that will definitely be on my list of favourites for the year.
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I feel more excited to write this blog post than I have in some time, because I really loved a lot of what I read this month, and I want to share it.
There’s a Victorian pastiche with cannibalistic dragons, a chapter that saved 16 hours of my life, and a romance that finally dares to ask the question: “What if Jonathan Franzen was hot?”
I hope at least one of those sounds intriguing. This will also be a long post, because I finished 9 books in July. Let’s go!
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How is another month gone already?
June took me on literary trips up the Amazon River, onto a spaceship bound for an alien university, and behind the scenes of Palo Alto.
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I ended up with quality over quantity this month – four very good books, which made me think about sleep, racism, cruelty and parenting. And also about flying, man-eating bears.
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This month’s reading had it all. Bison! Romance! Killer plants from Soviet Russia!
Outside the world of books, things have been shit for obvious reasons. This definitely had an impact on what I chose to read and how I dealt with it. But at least I’m finally making a dent in my to-read pile, now that it’s less easy to replenish it.
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Well. This was a month.
While I spent most of March indoors, I actually didn’t do all that much reading. This is mostly because my time was occupied by Animal Crossing. But I did manage to get through four rather different novels.
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Overall, this was kind of a disappointing month for reading. I finished five books, and some were good, but none of them really knocked my socks off in the way that January’s highlights did.
Continue reading “My month in books: February 2020”
As I write this, it is 1.30am, and I cannot sleep.
Inside me, there are two wolves, and the wolves are locked in an eternal battle.
The battle is because one of the wolves thinks Seveneves by Neal Stephenson is great, and the other wolf thinks it’s shit.
This war has been raging for two years now, ever since I read the book, and it still drives me to distraction on a regular basis, and so here is a blog post to try to settle this furious internal disagreement and make the wolves shut up.
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It’s been too long since I talked about books. Hooray for books! Here’s what I’ve been reading this month – six very different novels, although there is something of a fantasy theme. Plus one genuine five-star, loved-it, oh-my-god-this-is-incredible book.
Continue reading “My month in books: January 2020”