As I've dug myself out of a reading slump these last few months, Michelle McNamara's I'll Be Gone in the Dark was amazing in that it was an engrossing read that pulled me in and pulled me through without loosening its grip, and it made me think about a lot of things – things that I want to discuss here.
I love thrillers. I love the suspense, the unexpected twists, the dark subject matter, all of it. However, my love for thrillers is waning.
Tragic, bleak, beautiful, painful, powerful, hopeful – all are words that could describe The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah.
I've already read a good number of books so far in 2018, and rather than keeping these beautiful and impactful bits of prose to myself, I want to share them with you. Below are five of my favorite literary quotes for my January and February reads.
I'm calling it right now: The Alice Network by Kate Quinn is going to be one of my favorite books for 2018.
I'm mixing things up this week with a double review of Braving the Wilderness by Brene Brown and Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman. Although an unlikely pair, these books are most powerful when read together.
When they're kids, the four Gold siblings visit a psychic together, and she tells them the exact day they're going to die. The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin then tracks the siblings, showing the impact this knowledge has on their choices and their lives.
I can't tell you how many times I've felt like a bad feminist. Much of what Roxane Gay says in her essay collection Bad Feminist describes emotions and thoughts and experiences that I identify and connect with deeply. And just as Gay finds freedom in identifying as a bad feminist, I find peace in knowing I am not the only person who feels like a bad feminist from time to time.
Hendrik Groen is a resident of a nursing home in Amsterdam where he's surrounded by his aging peers, who are all more than happy to pass their remaining days discussing their various illnesses and ailments. Groen hates this enthusiasm for complaining. "Another year, and I still don't like old people. Their walker shuffle, their unreasonable impatience, their endless complaints, their tea and cookies, their bellyaching," his first diary entry reads.