This was a good month, guys. A really good guys.
In main part because of this book. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides . A cult classic and with good reason. I have read Eugenides before but his prose style always puts me in a place of awe. I loved this book so much I actually asked my husband not to speak to me for a few moments while I sat in the bliss that comes from finishing a book you love. I get all my books from the library and I actually went online to buy the book so I could have my own copy. Needless to say, this was a great read for me.
The Bad-Ass Librarians of Timbuktu: And Their Race to Save the World’s Most Precious Manuscripts by Joshua Hammond was not my favorite execution of a nonfiction tale, but it was an incredibly interesting story. Especially to this former “bad-ass librarian” archivist.
Paulina and Fran by Rachel B. Glaser. Either I didn’t get it or I just don’t like this book. I’m not saying it is bad, but it was certainly not my cup of tea. Honestly, I didn’t know the book was supposedly satire until reading reviews after finishing it. So yeah…
But then we were back on track with All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. Guys, read this book. Seriously. I was so entranced by the world that he created, a beautiful story with even nicer writing, that I read this whole book in two days. TWO. And I would have shot for one except Z. demanded I sleep and eat.
The final book was the Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. Another classic that I cannot believe I had never gotten around to reading. This book was highly acclaimed and then controversial – of course – but I still found it a worthwhile read. If nothing else, I enjoyed the stories and it is always good to read the foundation works of any genre.