There are many books that for one reason or another exist in my mind as
part of a list of classics. Books that I feel are quoted or read widely enough
that I feel lacking by not having read them. Catch 22 fits into
that category in my mind and I have now moved it over to the read side.
I picked The Last Girl as my choice for the free book of
the month from Amazon, at least that is how I think I got this for free.
It was an okay book, the story was interesting, somewhat reminded me
of Children of Men just based on the premise of the world breaking down
if there was a problem with birthrates. This book centers around the concept
of the birthrate of girls dropping to zero rather than all births, but
that would be a byproduct eventually.
I heard about When Breath Becomes Air coming
out probably because of the New York Times
article that the author wrote, but I am not entirely sure. I do not think
I read that article, only a snippet about the book. Basically, guy is a
doctor, finds out he has cancer, decides to write book while he is dying,
now he is dead, here is the book.
Giraffe is the debut novel by J.M. Ledgard although it
is the second book of his that I have read. I forget why I initially read
Submergence, but afterwards I wanted to read something else by
Ledgard and I figured his debut was a good a place as any to look.
The third and final book in the Red Rising trilogy, Morning Star
was equally as good as the first two books. None of them are liteary masterpieces,
but they are still quite entertaining and fun to read.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is not
at all what I thought it was going to be. I had envisioned a book that
had some general wisdom veiled in motorcycle maintenance metaphors, I was
not expecting a full blown philosophy book. For much of my life, I have
been in the Aristotelian camp, but lately I have been broadening my thought
process because of a few points of life that still confuse me. This book
opened new doors that I did not know existed so it took me longer to
read and ponder, but I am quite glad I got around to reading this.
Fates and Furies is yet another work of
literary fiction with a dramatic amount of metaphor and flowery
language. This is a heavy book with a wide variety of twists
and turns and themes relating to belonging and loneliness. I definitely
recommend it, but it drags on at times in a flurry of pretense.
Thank goodness for leap day as I managed to technically get in another book
in February. I forgot why I added The Bell Jar to my wishlist,
but it was sitting there when I went to buy another set of books so I figured
why not give it a shot. I think I wanted to read something by Sylvia Plath
as I have heard her name floated about but never really got around to it before.
As this is her only novel, it was a natural choice.
I was in an airport bookshop and saw The Goldfinch
on the shelf. I picked it up and glanced at the back cover, decided
that yes I would like to read this but based on it's heft not on
this trip. My Kindle has been the sole source of my reading for
quite a while now, so picking up a random book to lug around on
a trip just didn't make sense. I added it to my wishlist and I finally
got around to finishing it now. It took me three weeks to work through
both because it has heavy prose as well as my preoccupation with
I am not sure where I had first heard of Siddhartha,
but it has been in the back of my head as a book that I should
read at some point. Originally written in German in 1922, this is
truly an odd book.