LOL, I went nowhere, really, except for our annual beach vacation, which was cut a tad shorter than I would have otherwise liked because one of our party stopped sleeping.
I digress. Already.
I always have my phone in hand, which means I always have a book at the ready, thank you Kindle App. And so I got a lot of reading done this summer, mostly while holding a baby who chose to only sleep on me. Whatever works, right?
I am incredibly picky when it comes to books. I’ve read a lot of them, which means the odds the next one I choose will change my life is slim. Only a handful of books can do that, and I’m not likely to come across them very often. But the search for the next one is always so enticing that I keep on keeping on. Here are my 3 and 4 star picks:
Big Little Lies, by Liane Moriarty: I was so skeptical about this one because all I had read by her was The Husband’s Secret and I did not love it. But this was the best page-turner I read all summer. I couldn’t put it down, and if I had to, I kept thinking about the plot. It’s about a group of elementary school parents, and while what happened to them seems far fetched, the ways in which they interact hit close to home.
Echo, by Pam Munoz Ryan: I have loved this author for years now, and her latest installment was captivating. It’s three separate stories, about how three characters from different time periods come to love a particular instrument. That sounds kind of boring, but because of the history the characters live through, the stories are rich and compelling.
Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne: I came across this while browsing the library’s website, and borrowed it simply because it was a classic I had never read. I’m hit or miss with classics, but so many people I know have talked about the humor in this book. It’s delightful and oh-so-charming. I can’t wait for Gooplet to grow up so I can read it to him already.
Creativity, Inc., by Ed Catmull: This one did that thing a lot of non-fiction books do, where they go on for a little longer than I think they really should. But there are some great anecdotes about the Disney and Pixar movies I love. What was most fascinating to me is that someone suggested The Princess and the Frog not be called that because boys wouldn’t go see a movie with “princess” in the title (or any girl’s name). Whoever was making the big decisions stuck to their guns, but in fact, the movie got great reviews, and tanked at the box office. And so Tangled became Tangled, not Rapunzel. And Frozen is Frozen, not Elsa and Anna. Fascinating!
Reconstructing Amelia, by Kimberly McCreight: Another page turner, and though I could see the ending as it drew nearer, I’d still recommend it. The story pieces together what happened to a high school girl, Amelia, who jumped off the roof of her fancy private school. It struck me as Gossip Girl meets Pretty Little Liars.
With Malice, by Eileen Cook: In the same vein as the book above, this one looks at a girl who wakes up from a car accident with no memory of what happened. And it turns out she is being accused of murdering the passenger in the car, her best friend. Again, a fairly predictable plot, but a fun read nonetheless.
The Rosie Project, by Graeme Simsion: I had seen this book recommended in so many places and was happy to finally get through it. Which I did in just a couple of days. It’s such a cute and quirky read about a man, who the author implies has Aspergers, and his search for the perfect wife. He creates an extensive questionnaire to find the best possible suitor, and then meets Rosie, who, of course, meets hardly any of his qualifications. And yet.