Something tells me my conscience will simply not allow that I even think of acquiring more books. Huh. Too bad I am bigger and stronger than Jiminy Cricket. MmmmBooks.
The books above, from my Aunts Anne and Bong. You crazy women, you enablers, you. I love you guys, ya know that?
- Someone at a Distance, by Dorothy Whipple.
- The Shell Collector, by Anthony Doerr.
- One Day, by David Nicholls.
- How to Paint a Dead Man, by Sarah Hall.
- A Tragic Honesty: The Life and Work of Richard Yates, by Blake Bailey.
- The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel.
- Invisible, by Paul Auster.
- Freedom, by Jonathan Franzen.
Equal parts bought, borrowed, and dropped to my hands and knees to spelunk for. Danielewski and du Maurier and Anderson and Fitzgerald and Hazzard for less than fifty bucks [a dollar] each!
- Why We Fight; Why Our Decisions Don’t Matter; and Why We Need Love, series edited by Simon Van Booy.
- Then We Came to the End, by Joshua Ferris.
- The Bookshop, by Penelope Fitzgerald.
- Rebecca, by Daphne du Maurier.
- The Great Fire, by Shirley Hazzard.
- Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson.
- Only Revolutions, by Mark Z. Danielewski.
More books that I panic-bought for myself before Christmas. I had to, ok?
- Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote.
- Mourning Diary, by Roland Barthes.
- Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro.
- World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War, by Max Brooks.
- The World According to Raymundo Mata, by Gina Apostol.
- The Appointment, by Herta Müller.
- Raymond Carver: A Writer’s Life, by Carol Sklenicka.
- An Object of Beauty, by Steve Martin.
- A History of Reading, by Alberto Manguel.
I must insist that this does not make me a bad person. It makes me a prepared, and off-puttingly excited, one. Yes, that. Tada. Who has read what, and if it was not an enjoyable experience, please do not make me regret all this, haha. Happy week ahead!