I was a constant reader in my youth, then stopped during university and only really picked it back up now in my 30s. (I am forever thankful to Susanna Clarke for that. I read Jonathan Strange & Mr...
I was a constant reader in my youth, then stopped during university and only really picked it back up now in my 30s. (I am forever thankful to Susanna Clarke for that. I read Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell cover to cover in about a week. I was hooked!) My return to reading has been slow and I only read a couple this year. almost all were what I like to call "devastating" (meaning "oh no, this has revealed a T R U T H to me about myself that I was not prepared for"). In no particular order, I read:
"The last days of new Paris : a novella" by China Miéville (Was in a list of recommendations on Tildes for someone looking for surreal fiction. It was certainly surreal. Took me a while to get into it, but enjoyed it once I did.)
"Sure, I'll join your cult : a memoir of mental illness and the quest to belong anywhere" by Maria Bamford (I find Maria Bamford amazingly funny. She also straddles the line between tragedy and comedy so perfectly that I see how easily they are one and the same.)
"Emergency contact" by Mary H. K. Choi (Technically a YA novel but her adult fiction "Yolk" was so good and I needed more of her kind of unapologetically millennial realness.)
"The Medium is the Massage: An Inventory of Effects" by Marshall McLuhan and illustrated by Quentin Fiore (I am too stupid to really understand McLuhan's written work. Turns out illustrations are very helpful to me for understanding his ....theories(?). In any case, "massage" is not a typo. My brain feels gooey whenever I read this book.)
I was a constant reader in my youth, then stopped during university and only really picked it back up now in my 30s. (I am forever thankful to Susanna Clarke for that. I read Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell cover to cover in about a week. I was hooked!) My return to reading has been slow and I only read a couple this year. almost all were what I like to call "devastating" (meaning "oh no, this has revealed a T R U T H to me about myself that I was not prepared for"). In no particular order, I read: