There is no more room in our bookshelves so I haven’t been purchasing books (but I’m rethinking this, one more can’t hurt right?) I wait, impatiently, for new titles from the New York Public Library. Specifically, Richard Ford’s Canada, Laura Moriarty’s The Chaperone, and Jeanette Winterson’s Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? I don’t think I’ll get them any time soon. It’s more likely, I’ll be reading them 6 months from now. There are a few others on hold but no word… (I feel as if I’m in a library blackhole. Where are the books!?)
I’m currently reading a book that I’ve stopped and started five times. It was clutched in every palm on the New York City subway two years ago. I’m drowning in it, wondering how on earth I’ll ever get through.
I have an epic long to-read list and I just feel it’s failing me, over and over. I have read so many books these past few weeks where I close the last page and think quick, on to the next one. I just haven’t fallen in love. Sometimes I haven’t even fallen in like.
I’m reading book blogs, book reviews, feeling meh, about everything. Feeling that I can never quite understand how the reviewer truly feels. Where are the books where there is no logic, no rhyme, no reason? It’s different than like. It’s different than, oh, yes, that was a good book. It’s even different than that was well written. I’m talking about pure, inarticulate, head over heels in love books where you just scream Read it! Read it! YOU HAVE TO.
So I’m reaching out to all of you. What’s your Read It, Read It, You Have To recommendation? What’s your I will pay you to read this book book?
Since it’s only fair I reciprocate, here’s three off the top of my head, without thinking: Three Junes by Julia Glass, Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.
So, what say you?