Hello booklings! I apologize for falling off the face of the earth last month, but I can’t really promise to do much better in October. There’s a ton going on in my personal life, and I haven’t been able to clear my mind enough to write anything coherent. (A few weeks ago, I tried to buckle down and write some mini reviews, but I basically just stared at my laptop screen for a full hour, unable to dredge up any words.) But I’m hoping against hope that things will finally settle down a bit this month!
Even my reading was all over the place in September. I’m officially taking a break from galleys (unless one is REALLY calling to me), and I’m loving the freedom to re-read an old favorite, take a whole month to read Jane Eyre, devour most of Craig Thompson’s catalog, and savor Margaret Atwood’s poetry.
1. Blankets by Craig Thompson. A graphic novel about first love, brotherhood, and faith, Blankets made me feel all the feels.
2. Circling the Sun by Paula McLain (audio). The author of The Paris Wife tells the remarkable story of Beryl Markham, a trailblazing racehorse trainer and pilot in colonial Kenya. It’s SO good, and the narrator is fantastic.
3. Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar by Cheryl Strayed. Although I have returned to certain essays over and over again throughout the last three years, this was my first time re-reading the entire collection. It was just what I needed!
4. Carnet de Voyage by Craig Thompson. Essentially a graphic travel diary of Thompson’s three-month trip to France, Morocco, and Spain, Carnet is a beautifully intimate portrayal of the journeys (both interior and exterior) of a solo traveler.
5. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Despite loving Jane herself, I didn’t quite fall head-over-heals for this classic. Please don’t hate me.
6. Habibi by Craig Thompson. I get super nervous when white dudes write about Arabic culture, and I’m still mulling over how I felt about this graphic novel.
7. Selected Poems: 1965 – 1975 by Margaret Atwood. Poetry has never really been my jam, but if anyone can get me to read outside my comfort zone, it’s Margaret Atwood. Although plenty of the poems in this collection went over my head, quite a few really resonated with me!
I should probably just take this section out of my monthly recaps, because plans? I don’t have any. I’m basically taking life a week at a time right now (and it’s actually not terrible). For someone who obsessively writes to-do lists and gets anxious about everything under the sun, I’ve felt surprisingly zen about this period where everything in my life is completely up in the air. It’s weirdly liberating. (That said, I have a few potential job opportunities that I would REALLY like to pan out.)
What’s the best book you read in September?