The Wedding Date by Jasmine Guillory was a treat. I’m a fan of Jasmine already, mostly via her weekly newsletter and her Twitter feed. Her debut novel is a romance about a Black protagonist who falls for a white dude. It’s fun but not mindless, and mentions delicious food a lot. It would be perfect if you wanted a vacation read or a palate cleanser after something heavy. I almost wish I’d saved it for one of those occasions, myself, but of course there’s always next time.
Good Morning, Midnight by Lily Brooks-Dalton took me a while to get into – and once I was into it, I was into it. All I knew going in was that it involved a researcher completely isolated in the Arctic. I love to read things about cold places in the winter, so that was all I needed to know. Once the story began unfolding I was transfixed. The descriptions of some of the Arctic settings were so rich. Get ready to think a lot about loneliness, love, family, & redemption. The ending left a lot of questions unanswered, and I’m glad.
Made for Love by Alissa Nutting was 100% the weirdest thing I’ve read in a while, and I absolutely loved it. The protagonist is a dirtbag, the plot is absurd, the writing is hilarious and often profound. It made me uncomfortable often, and at one point I thought about stopping because I was so grossed out by something, but I also couldn’t stop – I had to know what was going to happen. So weird, so delightful. I definitely want to read more by Nutting.
Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix – Technically I finished this re-read the morning of March 1, but let’s count it for February anyway. I used to buy into the popular opinion that this was the worst HP book, but I’ve come around, largely thanks to a friend who pointed out that all of Harry’s shouting/insufferable behavior is an achingly accurate portrayal of what adolescence feels like. It’s fun to read these with full knowledge of the plot; I find myself turning out the lamp and going to sleep during some of the most suspenseful parts, knowing what I can look forward to (or dread) when I pick it back up.
Maybe not finishing: I have to confess that I bought the scurrilous Michael Wolff book when it came out in January (I couldn’t resist!), but I haven’t touched it in several weeks. It’s just not easy to read about so many completely terrible people (even though – or maybe especially because – I read about those same terrible people in the news literally every day).
Up next: The theme of March is “hello every library hold you have ever placed is now available,” so I’m drowning in books and uncertain how many of them I can possibly read before they’re due back. Only one way to find out! 📚