I uh, well, didn’t read any books I actually liked this month. Nary a one. Therefore. In lieu of complaining about bad books, here are some of my old favorites that I’ve been itching to read again.
Bag of Bones by Stephen King. In my teens I was a huge Stephen King fan. Lately, not so much, but this is one book I read about once a year. Ghosts, writers, weird dreams and houses and small towns. Right up my alley.
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield. I vividly remember reading this in bed, coming across one particular passage, and bolting upright thinking WHAT!? WHAT DID I JUST READ!? This is another one about writers and old houses and ghosts.
I’m detecting a theme here.
The Beekeeper’s Apprentice by Laurie R. King. If a questionnaire asks my favorite book, this is usually the one I write down. Sherlock Holmes re-imagined for the feminist crowd, what’s not to like?
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. I don’t know, I must be on a bee kick lately. (It’s actually a dream of mine to have bee hives. There’s only one problem, and that’s my irrational fear of biting/stinging insects.) Anyway, this book is one of my favorites and I haven’t read it in ages. Time to pick it up again.
And those are the books I should have read this month instead of the v.v. disappointing ones that I did read. Oy.
See you later!