Category: Literary awards

Bookish updates

So… I haven’t written in a while. In the last month or two I’ve had some ideas about posts – quite a few ideas, really, and they are stacking up. I think I’ll get working on those now, since I am in a good rhythm at my new job, and have a ton of book-related things I want to write about.

But first, a quick update:

Last week I reached my Goodreads goal of reading 125 books this year. My goal was a bit weird because I kept changing it based on how much I was reading. It went 75-100-125-150-125. I finally settled back on 125 because I spent September (and part of this month) rereading books, which didn’t count towards my total. Ok, TBH I was rereading the Throne of Glass series because Empire of Storms kicked my ass and I felt like everything had finally come together and that series has given me something to fangirl over like I haven’t since I used to rewatch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and had the soundtrack for the musical episode on repeat. I’m a grown-ass woman, but I’m also like “where is all the Rowaelin fanfic?!”

I really think that Goodreads needs to change that so rereads count, because I would actually be at 130 right now, but that’s fine. I’ve read more this year than I ever have, so I’m not going to begrudge those missing 5 rereads. It’s still entirely possible for me to get to 150 for the year, but I’m not pressuring myself.

I have cried more because of a book in the last couple of months than I have in a long time (hello, Crooked KingdomJust MercyWhen Breath Becomes Air, A Court of Mist and Fury, and Empire of Storms, I’m looking at you. Oh, and The Assassin’s Blade). Especially thanks to Crooked Kingdom. I couldn’t stop crying for an hour after I finished that book, and when I tried to tell my partner about it, I just got worse.

This has basically been me lately, after reading almost anything:

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Even Sweetbitter, which I read last weekend, nearly did this to me. Tess is such a fuck-up, but I understood her on a weird level that I wish I didn’t.

This next week has several exciting bookish things – first, this weekend my department and several breweries in town are hosting a book festival, which means books + beer, which is basically my weekends in a nutshell, anyway. The town has just decided to make it official, apparently, that the cool thing to do, which my partner and I have been doing for about a year, is to take a pile of books to a brewery and read and drink all weekend.

This weekend is also Dewey’s 24 hour readathon, which I am planning on participating in again. Last time I read 17 or 18 hours, but this time I am going to push myself a bit more. I’ll post updates on Litsy (booksinotherwords) and Instagram, mostly.It might be hard with the book festival going on the same weekend (and some personal family things), but I’m going to do my best.  Especially considering…

…in the next week there are two more bookish events, including an author signing (Jay Kristoff, Amie Kaufman, Jessica Cluess, and Kiersten White) and the winner of the Man Booker Prize being announced. Combined, I’d really like to read 6 books in order to prepare for both of those things. In the next 7 days. So… we’ll see how that goes. I know I am capable of doing that, it’s just that things come up, shit happens, etc.

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I would really like to read these in the next couple of weeks, if not in the next week. Right now my feelings about the Man Booker are The Sellout = yay, you deserve it, Eileen = ok, won’t be mad if it wins, and Hot Milk = will be annoyed if it wins. The three books on the bottom of the image are the other three that are shortlisted, so I have no feelings yet except for the cover of Do Not Say We Have Nothing is gorgeous. It’s even better in person.

Look for more posts in the future… I hope. As I mentioned, I’ve had ideas brewing, I just need to take the time to work them out.

Happy reading!

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Eileen – Ottessa Moshfegh

…like all young women, I hid my shameful perversions under a façade of prudishness. Of course I did. It’s easy to tell the dirtiest minds – look for the cleanest fingernails.

Thus is the life of the titular character of this Man Booker Prize long listed novel – a quiet, painfully thin, small woman, made smaller by her drunk, abusive father, co-workers who make fun of her, and the man she lusts after who barely acknowledges her existence.

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The Glorious Heresies – Lisa McInerney

So this is the first dedicated review of a book that I have written since January. Whoops. Of course all I do here is write about books, but finishing grad school reduced me to blurbs. It might take me a while to get back into the swing of things, reviewing-wise.

This summer I read several books on the shortlist for the Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction: Ruby by Cynthia Bond, The Portable Veblen by Elizabeth Mckenzie, The Improbability of Love by Rothschild, The Green Road by Anne Enright, and The Glorious Heresies by Lisa McInerney. I also read a few from the longlist, which were My Name Is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout and Girl at War by Sara Novic. I own a few more, which makes me eager to get to them.

However, as there can be only one, The Glorious Heresies by Lisa McInerney won, and I was lucky to get an advanced copy of it to read this week.

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I think this is the U.K. cover, but it’s prettier than the U.S. one, so there’s that.

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Man Booker longlist

Today the longlist for the Man Booker Prize was announced, and as with last year (and ever since I knew it was a thing) I’ll be reading at least some of the books and reviewing them here on the blog! I happened to have read one of them this week, and I quickly put five others on hold at the library, so I should be able to do this in the next few weeks. Plus, I’m on a rampage lately, reading a book every day or two (yay, month off!), so it shouldn’t take me too long to get through the ones that I have available to me now.

This is coming at a good time because I have been craving some more adult, literary fiction lately. Not adult in that sense, but in the, “hey, this book is full of grown-ups!” kind of way. Nothing against what I’ve been reading lately because it has been very entertaining, but it has been a lot of YA, middle grade, and summery reads.

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