Goodness, but November was an incredibly awesome month, re reading [sad, that I have to specify, haha]. I liked most of what I read this month — and I feel so accomplished that I got to blog, in one way or another, about the books I read. [Especially considering that I was all lazy and blogger-fatigue-y for October.] Well. Anyhooey. Here are the books I read this November. The links lead to my thoughts!
- Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader, by Anne Fadiman.
- The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, by Reif Larsen.
- A Plea for Eros, by Siri Hustvedt.
- The Duchess, by Jude Deveraux.
- The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood. [While Reading] [Post-Read Thoughts]
- The Pleasure of the Text, by Roland Barthes.
- Nightmare Alley, by William Lindsay Gresham.
- The Slaves of Solitude, by Patrick Hamilton.
- My Fantoms, by Théophile Gautier.
- House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski. [Part 01] [Part 02] [Part 03] [Part 04]
- How to Breathe Underwater, by Julie Orringer.
- Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert; in the new translation by Lydia Davis.
December ought to be quaking in its furry boots. Don’t fail me now — let’s end with a bang. Or, more aptly, with Sasha in a corner of the room on New Year’s Eve, shaking and crying with joy.
Happy December, lovelies.