Reading Challenge Update
I've been slacking on posting my book challenge updates. So, since my last post, I have read a ton of books. Like, a lot. I'm well on my way to reaching my goal of fifty. I'm not going to recap all of them because it would be the longest post ever.
Avenue of Mysteries by John Irving. I didn't finish it. I have this thing where I can only read Irving when it's cold outside. I live in Arkansas. We basically have no winter anymore so, yeah, who knows if I'll ever finish it. I really want to, though.
My Lady Jane by Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows. I did the audio version of this one and really enjoyed it. Katherine Kellgren narrates; it's so fun. My Lady Jane tells the story of Jane Grey who, at sixteen, became the Queen of England told in a Princess Bride meets Monty Python-esque way. This book has awkward romance, witty banter, people transforming into animals, humor, a little bit of everything. If not-quit- accurate historical fiction is your thing, give it a go.
Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi. Homegoing is the story of two half sisters separated at a young age; one is married to a British slaver, the other sold into slavery. The story spans generations, following the descendants of the two women; one family in Africa, the other in America. Despite the heavy subject matter, the book isn't overly sad and is beautifully written.
March: Volumes 1-3 by John Lewis. The March series is basically the memoirs of Congressman John Lewis in graphic novel form. The novels span from Lewis' upbringing as a sharecroppers' son in Alabama to the 2008 inauguration of President Obama. These books are important. Everyone should read them.
After March, I went through a nonfiction phase. I read The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher, Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson, When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi, and Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay. They were okay. I liked them enough to finish them, but none of them really stuck with me.
I've also read two poetry books this year. I typically don't care for poetry unless it's Dorothy Parker. But, I read Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur and Our Numbered Days by Neil Hilborn. Honestly, I enjoyed both of them, which genuinely surprised me.
Oh, I also read Belinda Blinked 1 and 2 while listening to the podcast My Dad Wrote a Porno. I can't talk about porn and John Lewis in the same post so I'm going to end it here. Also, immediately google My Dad Wrote a Porno and start listening. IT IS HILARIOUS. You'll never look at pomegranates or The Titanic the same. Ever.