Today would have been Barkley’s 16th birthday and I miss my reading buddy more than I have the words for. But you know what else I miss? Leaving the house. Like, REALLY REALLY miss leaving the house.
We’re god knows how many weeks into this and even though here in Delaware, we’re planning on starting to reopen on June 1, it still feels like it’s forever away. At the same time, it’s getting more and more difficult to remember a time before we lived like this. I mean, I *do* I remember but it feels like a lifetime ago.
Kind of want that lifetime back. For so many reasons, including the option to go to the library and bookstores. Weekly library visits are part of my routine and I’m dying for that part of my normal to resume. It’s not that I have nothing to read, I have plenty, but it’s the option and the ability to go to the library that I’m aching to have back.
Soon enough, I guess.
This past month, I read less than I normally do, only five books, but at least there weren’t any DNFs. So that was nice. I also read one NetGalley book but I requested more so I’m still three years behind in reading what’s on my shelf. I supposed my goal of cleaning up my queue during quarantine is not going to happen.
Oh, well.
The Roxy Letters by Mary Pauline Lowry. I liked the writing and the epistolary nature of the book but Roxy was so fucking insufferable it made the book hard to read. I hated her. SO MUCH. And her evolution wasn’t so much an evolution as the chips falling into place for a horrible person and that was upsetting. Still, it was a relatively quick, pass the time read. Thanks, NetGalley.
The Small Crimes of Tiffany Templeton by Richard Fifield. This is his follow-up to The Flood Girls, which I loved, and it had some similar themes but was also a completely different book. This one was YA but didn’t feel YA most of the time, and her mom was borderline abusive and the bullying that went on was difficult as well, but at the same time, it felt real and valid. And unlike Roxy, Tiffany’s letters showed depth and real change.
Sold on a Monday by Kristina McMorris. I waited months for this book and while I don’t know that it was worth waiting four months, I’m glad I read it. And I don’t like historical fiction generally. The writing is solid, the characters feel real and uncontrived, and the plot will keep you wanting to read.
Button Man by Andrew Gross. Another historical fiction book and I fucking loved it. The fact that it’s based on his grandfather’s story makes it even that much more interesting. It’s unlike anything I’ve read before, with a focus on the Jewish mafia, and I love how it doesn’t play into stereotypes of Jews. I loved his writing, I loved the whole story, and I definitely plan to read more of his books.
Three Women by Linda Taddeo. The fuck did I just read? I kept reading because I wanted to know how each woman’s story ended up, but the writing was like she wanted to write porn but was ashamed to put her name on it so put it in the context of nonfiction instead. The graphic – VERY GRAPHIC – descriptions of sex were not necessary in any way. I like how she tapped into the trauma that caused some of their actions and behaviors but the presentation could have been less smutty romance and more reporting.
TL;DR: The Roxy Letters and Three Women are fine but I don’t know that I’d recommend them. Button Man, Sold on a Monday, and The Small Crimes of Tiffany Templeton are all excellent and you should definitely consider reading them.
Currently reading The Holdout by Graham Moore (and there is a good chance I will finish it midway through today).
Now it’s your turn! Link up and show us your books! And mark your calendars for June 9th for the next one. Don’t forget to visit Steph and some of the other bloggers who joined us.