Okay, so in classic Mallory fashion, I managed to not read the genre for August (that I picked MYSELF no less) of YA sci-fi, but yet I managed to read every other book in the world. I should really just print out my original genre challenge and tape it to my bookshelf because I’ve managed to screw it up two months in a row. However, I did manage to knock out three books while I was on vacation, so August was a pretty accomplished month in means of reaching my books read goal on Goodreads, but I swear I’ll read the right genre next month! Maybe…
Okay, here’s the thing. I really wanted to like this one. I mean, I did, kind of, but it was definitely underwhelming. I should probably start by saying, that despite watching her Comedy Central show, seeing her movie, oh, and even seeing her stand up live, and now, having read her book, I still can’t tell you how I feel about Amy Schumer. Her book was funny, yes, and she has been through some incredible personal achievements, heartbreaks, and circumstances, but I feel like I’m the only person who isn’t super in love with her? I don’t know, her book just fell flat with me. It just didn’t read well, and I went in with expectations that if she can write her own jokes, then she could write a book! Not so much. It sometimes felt like I was reading a collection of Facebook statuses written by a girl who really wanted everyone to know how great she was, and I’ll be the first to tell you that I am all about self-empowerment and confidence, but there were several chapters that gave an air of “I’m the most charitable and wonderful person in the world! Let me tell you about all of the times I gave money to poor people so you’ll believe me!” and it felt wildly unnecessary to include. I feel like I am doing a terrible job explaining my dislike, and I fear I’m coming off a little mean, but short answer is: Yeah it was funny, but it’s no Bossypants.
Boats? Kidnapping? MURDER? All of these things and more can be found in Ruth Ware’s The Woman in Cabin 10, which was my August selection for Book of The Month! What I loved most about this book is that author isn’t on your side, and despite it being told from the narrator’s perspective, you are made to feel wary of the character, and your trust feels shaky on several occasions. This is a book where it is important to remember every detail, so much so that I’m hesitant to even provide a decent summary out of fear that I’ll release a key element to the personal detective work that goes into reading this novel. Just know that I thought it was a great mystery read, and I don’t plan on going on a cruise any time soon.
Clearly I’ve developed a thing for mysteries this month. In my defense though, I had selected this from Book of The Month back in July, but didn’t find time to read it until the following month. So really, I did this to myself. Mystery genre obsession aside, this was another great read about a kidnapping, with a twist ending I did not see coming. Chapters are told through perspectives of the characters involved with the kidnapping, bouncing between the detective working the case, and the mother of kidnapped daughter, but wa-how (this is me saying a really exaggerated version of WOW btw) does this story take a turn at the end. Come for the whodunnit, but stay for the “WHAT THE??” moment at the end.
Despite purchasing this book back in June, I held off reading it until my Florida vacation at the end of August because I really wanted to cap off my Summer with what I thought would be a great Summer read. I managed to ruin this by waiting to read it on the plane ride home from Florida, where both flights involved screaming children, the always comforting ambience of stale bodily functions, and the overwhelming exhaustion that just comes with traveling. Don’t get me wrong, the stories were super cute, and I really loved that several LGBT romances were featured, but try as I might I just couldn’t get lost in the stories because of the environment I was in. Maybe I’ll reread it next summer, preferably in well ventilated space that isn’t inhabited by strangers who may have been raised by wolves, or has better snack options.
This was my first read from my new subscription to Uppercase (waiting to do a more in depth review for a later post, but just know for now that I LOVE it), and it was such a cute read! Y’all know I love me some YA love stories, and this one was CA-YOOT (there I go again with the weird pronunciations. I think the word I was looking for was “cute”). This story was a lot like the movie, The Lake House, except this story actually made sense and I don’t spin into a rage every time I think about it (They threw continuity out the effing window on that movie I swear. There would have been NO WAY for her to stop…okay you know what, let’s get back to the book). Actually the only similarity is that story is mostly told between notes written between two strangers, except these two go to the same high school, and unbeknownst to them, share a lot more in common besides the sitting at the desk in chemistry during different periods.
This book was another vacation read, except I read it on the plane to Florida, so I wasn’t at peak “I’M READY TO GET THE HELL HOME” travel mode yet, and thankfully was not tarnished by an awful experience. That being said, this book, while short, was so incredible, and because some moments hit a little close to home to me, was hard to read…but in a cathartic way if that makes any sense. Honestly had I not spent most of my time reading this book in public, I probably would have cried several times. Social anxiety is a freaking trip, y’all, and Kinsella explored that pain beautifully. I cannot recommend this book enough. Please buy it 1000 times.
Phew, going on vacation can really helped me get through a chunk of my library (and by “library” I mean the one bookcase Jake and I share that is currently spilling out books, and kind of falling apart), but now since we are embarking on the greatest reading season of all, Fall (!!!!), I probably won’t be slowing down at all. Let’s just hope this month I can stick to my allotted genre for once. For the month of September I’ve assigned myself the genre of “a classic”, so it’ll be difficult to choose! Do I got the Austen route? Maybe some Hemingway? Reread something I had to read during school? Lemme know in the comments your favorite classic so I can narrow down my search!