Considered the Gone Girl of 2015, The Girl on the Train is this year's "hot" book. And I fully understand why. The pace paired with the unreliability of the narrator leaves the reader blissfully confused and desparate for more information. I found myself flipping back and forth to try to keep track of the dates of the entries as I tried my hardest to figure out WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK JUST HAPPENED. I know a lot of people immediately write off books (write off books... see w
I picked this book up after I learned that Garth Stein would be speaking at my alma mater, hosted by my very favorite local indie. Not only did I want to support my home bookstore, but I can't resist hearing an author (any author) speak about his craft. In this case, I was well aware of Stein's work given The Art of Racing in the Rain. That book has been on my TBR long list for yeaaaaaaaars. Me having never picked it up had nothing to do with the quality of the book and m
Season 2 : Episode 5 Nick & Nora / Sid & Nancy gives us another reference to Huck Finn. [Lorelai goes behind the counter and gets her own donuts]
Boy 2: Hey Mr. Doose. She's not supposed to do that.
Taylor: That's right. She's breaking the rules, and people who break the rules end up very lonely with no friends because they have become society's outcasts.
Lorelai: Planning on burning a little Huck Finn after lunch, Taylor? Been there, done that. Since this was the second boo
A friend demanded I put down my current read (Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi) and pick up My Sunshine Away by M.O. Walsh. Because I'm confident she could kick my ass (even if it meant flying from Oklahoma to do so), I obeyed and had my local indie send me a copy. I hate to admit it... but My Sunshine Away blew away Boy, Snow, Bird and I am so glad that I put it aside for this book. This book destroyed me in the most beautiful way. Two paragraphs in, I turned to Husband a
James Joyce... today is the day I choose to forgive you. Or at least decide that you're not the devil for 24 hours in a desire to celebrate my own Irish roots. My first attempt at a limerick (not dirty) to memorialize my experience with Ulysses... my version of the proverbial olive branch. There once was a smart man from Dublin. Whose words were so weird and confluffin' The world together agreed His work was a need And years later Bear Allen was done-in. Move over, Yeats! A
Man... I wanted to love this book so hard. The cover (look at that cover!) and the description convinced me that I would love this book without question. A modern re-telling of Snow White? A story about a family "passing" as white for generations? Sign me up! I even purchased it for a friend before I read it... just KNOWING that she would love it and I'd be hopping right onboard that train to WhoNeedsSleepImReadingville with her. Except... newp. While I appreciated the
The Secret History by Donna Tartt I know, I know, I know. Donna Tartt wrote this forever ago. Well, you know what? I'm a follower. So after I read (and "meh'd") The Goldfinch because everyone was reading it due to it's Pulitizer win... I figured I'd have to now follow a decade-old trend. So, I used one of my precious Audible credits to listen to The Secret History (narrated by Tartt herself). There were many mornings listening to this where I wanted to drive right by my
Although my week has kinda sucked (and it's only Tuesday), my luck somehow turned around just long enough for me to be able to say... If you're like me and you listen to their podcast, Reading Lives, Dear Book Nerd (occasionally) and wait with bated breath to know what Amanda Nelson, Rebecca Schinsky or Jeff O'Neal think about books, bookish news, bookish clothes, bookish places... you're well aware of Book Riot. And if you're not, well, that's just sad... because I'm totall