These past two months, I was in a complete reading rut. I used to stress that I’d never touch a book again, or that less reading meant I was watching too much TV, but now I don’t worry as much. I always come back to books.
You’ll Grow Out of It, by Jessi Klein – Loved it. Flat out, loved it. Don’t know that anyone not born in the 80s would feel the same, but I was, and I loved this. Also, anyone who includes a chapter about attending their first barre class in so much (hysterically accurate) detail wins.
Small Great Things, by Jodi Picoult – Oh, Jodi. My first Jodi was My Sister’s Keeper. I read it when it came out in 2004. I hit Jodi right when she hit her stride. Where Disney had The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, and The Lion King, Jodi was on a roll with My Sister’s Keeper, Vanishing Acts, The Tenth Circle, and Nineteen Minutes. I eagerly awaited the release of each novel, and in between, I went back and read her earlier books. And then, I kept reading the new one each year, but they lacked that same “can’t put it down” feeling that those others held for me. Until this one. It’s so relevant. It’s so well-done. I’m calling it my fiction read-alike to Hillbilly Elegy, and it’s making me want to read this, this, this and this, too.
Counting Thyme, by Melanie Conklin – This one came recommended by my aunt. It’s a middle grade novel about a sister who moves across the country to New York so her younger brother can participate in a medical trial for kids with Neuroblastoma, a horrifying cancer about which my aunt knows far too much. When she was telling me about it, I wanted to read it first because of the family connection, and second, because I realized I hadn’t read a middle grade novel in ages. I’m enjoying it.
Want to Read:
The Mothers, by Brit Bennett – Just came in for me at the library, and I know I’ll need to get started because they’ll want to keep it moving. Can’t wait.
Mrs. Bixby’s Last Day, by John David Anderson – I’m a sucker for a teacher story, and this one sounds like it will tug at my heart.