That was a random picture of random books from my hard drive. Ahem. For posterity’s sake—what follows is the list of books I read this month.
- Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs.
- Moondogs, by Alexander Yates.
- The Long Weekend, by Adam David.
- How to Keep Your Volkswagen Alive, by Christopher Boucher.
- Everything Beautiful Began After, by Simon Van Booy.
- The Glass Room, by Simon Mawer.
- The Suicide Shop, by Jean Teulé.
- A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, by Roland Barthes.
- How to Read a Book, by Mortimer J. Adler & Charles Van Doren.
- The Amorous Education of Celia Seaton, by Miranda Neville.
- The Perils of Pleasure, by Julie Anne Long.
What’s more striking about it is after the first four books, generally a different kind of experience for me, I snuggled up to the Van Booy—another recent release, yes—hoping for something more conventional [after all, the first four are nothing but], but, ultimately, the book and I just didn’t jive. “I hate it,” I told Nash, who’d finished reading it four days ahead of me. And Nash said, “I don’t. Just half of it.”
But Simon Mawer’s novel? It’s restored my faith in humanity, haha. At the very least, it’s reaffirmed the fact that there will always be books that are, for me, worth staying up into the wee hours of the morning for. Books so expansive and generous and just so goddamned gorgeous, books that remind you that this, this is why you like reading books: the morning-after, waking in your suddenly too-big bed, looking at the novel snug beside you, and smiling. I think that it all went steadily uphill from that book.
And to think that this time last month, I was thinking of shelving the whole shoddy enterprise that is my musty ol’ book blog.
Currently reading: Still spending time with Herr Voss and Laura and the wastelands of 19th-century Australia. Also, Tony and Susan by Austin Wright. Currently considering: I have been feeling the urge to make friends with [conquer?] Moby-Dick. Also, The House of Mirth. Currently trying to strangle: A post on Simon Mawer, a post on an atlas of depression, a post on the extreme solitude of A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments. Currently dreading: The coming workweek.