It always seems that I end up reading more books in a month than I think I did. Come the thirtieth or thirty-first (or twenty-eighth, as this month will be), I rack my brain to remember what I’ve read and it usually averages out to one or two books a week, when in my head the whole time it felt like half a book for half a month. Funny how time can bend and muddle like that.
Wild by Cheryl Strayed. / I bought this months ago from the bookstore here in town and only just got around to reading it after the new year. The beginning was slow for me, though I think that reflects more on my reading state of mind at the beginning of the year more than the book itself, because I soon found myself curling up to read it pretty regularly until I finished. This was a conscious pick outside of what I normally read (most of this month’s books were, actually), and I’m glad I picked it and finished it, because I really enjoyed the look at Strayed’s journey and the way she analyzed her experience in relation to her life prior to leaving for the hike, along with the way she changed throughout the experience. (I also really enjoyed the movie, which I made Dan go see the weekend after I finished the book.)
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. / On a whim, and because I lack self control when it comes to the written word, I bought this on a “We must go NOW! I want books!” trip to the store shortly into the month, and I had to put off reading it simply because I was in the middle of another book (which I eventually gave up on). Then I devoured this in about a day. I had spoiled it by accident one night on tumblr, so the whole time I was reading I had a pretty decent idea what was going on in the novel, but I still enjoyed it so much. I mean, most of my reaction was, “What a MESSED UP BOOK. It’s great!” I think Dan had to hear me say that about a dozen times as I was reading it. I’m still not sure how I feel about the ending–it was just so damn weird to me, but I guess the whole book is–but I certainly don’t hate it.
A Little Something Different by Sandy Hall. / This was another I read in a day, if only because it was a very easy read. I’m of mixed opinion on it. It was a little too sweet sometimes and the main characters were so oblivious of their situation that I couldn’t help wanting to wring their necks or smoosh their faces together. Or maybe a little bit of both. But at the same time, it was kind of a nice change in terms of a YA novel: it took place in college, rather than a lot I’ve read which revolve around high school, and the female lead wasn’t white and the male lead had a disability. So I thought those details were really cool and I don’t at all regret giving it a day of my time.
Daddy’s by Lindsay Hunter. / Short stories! I feel like I’m always wanting to read more short stories, and a girl I went to college with recommended this to me a few weeks ago, so I ordered a copy with some late Christmas money I acquired. It’s far different from the rest of what I read this month–strange (even more than Gone Girl), kind of graphic, and somewhat challenging to interpret. It feels like something that would be considered literary, which is probably why it challenged me more than the others in a way that I appreciated because sometimes too much YA can melt your brain a bit and that’s what I tend to read a lot. (I don’t mean that in a bad way, but more of a “too much of anything can melt your brain a bit” way.)
What does your read list look like for January?