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between the pages: January

hello, everyone. the snow is falling here. on the rooftops of the houses and on the quiet neighborhood streets, it is an uninterrupted, serene and fluffy white, making everything look like a postcard. on the main roads and at the traffic lights, it is a muddy-grey and slushy mess. how lamentable that our raucous vehicles should corrupt such beauty. staying home on snow days should be a universal law.

 

but I digress. I thought I’d let you in on my current reads today, and inform you of my first five-star read of 2018! (already! I know!)

 
January is moving swiftly by, and my reading is slow and gentle so far. I am, of course, thrilled with every page of The Goblet of Fire, but reading it as and when I wish to, with no pressure whatsoever (not that I’m pressuring myself to read anything else, either, which makes the last part of that sentence really rather unnecessary. shall I take it out? re-write it? no. the deed is done)……anyway…

 
re-reading the Harry Potter series has been such a warm, thrilling, heart-filling experience thus far, and I just adore the feeling of knowing that one of those books waits for me on a bedside table or couch cushion, to be picked up and delved into at any time. it must be an unpardonable sin to describe anything related to the Harry Potter experience as “magical”, but there’s nothing for it. (cringe all you want, you know it’s true).

 
my other novel on the go at the moment is Sarah Perry’s The Essex Serpent, which I struggle to talk about, and yet I must, I must! alright. here’s the thing. have you ever read a book that is so good it’s almost difficult to read? I mean here that the prose is so wonderfully crafted, each sentence so packed with imagery, lush description, wit and humor, depth and resonance, and beautiful character development, all at once, that it is effortful to read in the most satisfying of ways. and the effort it requires (pleasurable though it may be) means that you often hesitate to pick it up, because you know that to do so will require great power and presence of mind, heart and soul. that is my experience with this book so far.

 

I am truly stunned by the excellence of the writing. I would give it five stars now if I didn’t feel that to be somewhat unjust. I can’t predict how I’ll feel about it in the end, but at the very least I know it will merit a post entirely to itself when I’ve finished it. I’m sure that whatever I’ll have to say about it will be the mad ramblings of a dazed reader, so I offer my apology in advance.

 
and now for a five star read. I recently finished a night without armor by Jewel. I found this poetry collection at my local used bookstore, and took it home in some surprise, not knowing what to expect. I’d read a few of the poems from it, and followed my instinct. as it turns out, this is a beautiful, feminine, strong collection, dealing with themes of identity, childhood, home and family, love and creativity, and the soul’s connection to the things of earth. it is a lovely interpretation of the form of poetry itself, and reading Jewel’s thoughts on her work and what inspired it was fascinating and added more personal depth to the collection. it made me cry, which is the equivalent of catching the snitch in my Five-Star Test.

 
something that added to the aesthetic pleasure of reading this collection has to do with the fact that I bought it used. tucked within its pages were little bits of torn paper: bookmarks left by the previous owner. I also found a folded-up piece of lined paper tucked between two pages toward the end of the book. I was curious, but I left it alone until I reached that point in the collection, when I lifted the smooth stowaway from its hiding place. the previous owner, whoever she was, had copied out one of the poems onto the paper, and doodled little drawings all around it. on the back of the paper she had written her name, and traced it over and over again with the pen. I smiled as I held what she had held, read what she had written, and imagined who she is, where she is now. what struck her about the collection? I wondered. did it make her cry, too? I was reminded then of the wonder that is reading, how we all, so different in our bodies, our hearts, our lives, can be touched by words, transported, soothed, spoken-to. books are a common language that we all understand in different ways. how marvelous.

 
that marks the end of my reading update. I hope your reading is going well. have you had any five-star reads this year so far? ever read a book so good you almost can’t read it? is it snowing where you are?

 
until next time, love your words,

 
rae

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favorites: 2017

 

here they are. glory, glory.

 
The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss
if you are looking for a wonderful new fantasy novel in your life, this. is. it. I am so impressed with what Patrick Rothfuss has done here. it’s quite a long book, and the story is told in a unique style which, if done wrong, would have allowed for dips & drags in the pacing. I found none. I read this book with such urgency, and yet I reveled in the fact that it wasn’t rushed, that it unfolded naturally. Kvothe, its main protagonist, is one of the most complex and wonderful characters I have ever met. I adore him. and on top of being a wonderfully imagined story with excellent character development and a brilliant plot, it’s beautifully written. I re-read paragraphs just to savor them.

I heard about this book from Katie at Books and Things on BookTube. I will link her channel down below; it’s wonderful, and she is lovely.

I forced The Name of the Wind onto my brother, Jake, and it became one of his favorites of all time. we have since forced it onto other members of our family, and now I force it onto you. go, read, conquer.

 

The Girl with No Shadow by Joanne Harris
the sequel to Chocolat. in my opinion, much better in terms of writing: the textures and scents and sounds of this book floated from its pages to me. themes of mother-daughter psychology, fear and death, Aztec mythology, magic and love. if you like Alice-Hoffman-practical-magic vibes in your books, this is for you.

 

I Feel Bad About My Neck and I Remember Nothing by Nora Ephron
this year I was really into Nora Ephron films, and the fact that I could easily watch Sleepless in Seattle every. day. of my life. and never tire of it, made me feel that I should probably read some of Nora’s work. I love her. I love these books. I laughed out loud. she was an extremely interesting, hilarious, sparkling human, and I will read these books again and again.

 

The Summer Before the War by Helen Simonson

this is a brilliant look at village life in England, 1914. it is what it sounds like, and it evoked summer in its idyllic, slow, lazy, rambling, bee-buzzing, English countryside glory. this book manages to paint poignant pictures of human nature while flitting, butterfly-like, between several different characters, as well as looking at the village itself, almost a character in its own right. I’m not a romance-lover in general…I don’t mind it if it’s well done, but I don’t like it to interrupt or take over the story, and I’m very particular about the kind of romance I’d want to read about. this one was wonderful.  the way this book dealt with war and its affect on everyday life, on ordinary people, was brilliant as well. the characters and the vivid, vivid setting from this story are still dancing in my mind. I have added Simonson’s other novel, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, to my to-read list on Goodreads.

 

My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier

I was helplessly bound to this, as I have been helplessly bound to every Daphne du Maurier book I have ever read. I had much more of a love-hate relationship with My Cousin Rachel than I had with Jamaica Inn or Rebecca (the latter being one of my all time favorites), because Phillip, the male lead, made me absolutely furious and I despised him. (you can read the full review I did on My Cousin Rachel for more of my Phillip-driven rage)
the only thing that kept me from giving this five stars is simply my personal dislike of Philip, and since I spent much of the book being frustrated with his infuriating personality, I didn’t fall into it as easily as I fell into her other novels. Rachel is one of the more interesting characters I’ve ever read, and I would love for there to have been a sequel written from her perspective. to have witnessed such a fascinating character from the perspective of a narrow-minded idiot was maddening. but the suspense was wonderful, the mystery enticing, the psychological turmoil addictive, and the descriptions of du Maurier’s beautiful Cornwall, glorious as always.  I would happily, happily, return to her world any day.

 

the sun and her flowers by Rupi Kaur

I loved milk and honey, and I loved this too. it made me cry. I love the simplicity of Kaur’s writing, simplicity that cuts. I don’t think, with a poetry collection, that you get the most out of it with just one reading. I want to return to this one again this year, and will.

 

Julie and Julia by Julie Powell

this book found me at the perfect moment–don’t you love it when that happens? when you’re blue, or in a funk, and you don’t feel like reading anything, and you shrug as you pick something up, and it shines a light into your little world, a light of laughter or deep meaning, or beautiful characters that uplift you, and at the end, you feel hopeful. sorted out. better. this is what Julie and Julia did for me. it was hilarious. honest. heart-warming and sympathetic. but it certainly wasn’t fluffy—Julie is a pissed-off and relatable narrator: endearing, yet satisfyingly realistic. this book surprised me, actually, because I tried to read it a few years ago, since I love the (Nora Ephron) film. it just wasn’t the right time. something about it just didn’t connect with me, and I abandoned it. so reading it this year also reminded me that our reading tastes and preferences, the things that resonate with us, can change over time, just like anything else. if you love food and you need a pick-me-up and a laugh, give this a go.

 

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

I hereby join Team Agatha. sign me up for all of her books, on a cozy, rainy day, with a cup of something warm. this book began an attachment to Poirot that I feel will be lifelong. and I just loved the way it was so effortless to read, everything laid out like a puzzle I didn’t have to solve, because Agatha was doing all the work, and doing it seamlessly. and it took place on a classy-as-hell cozy train, and I loved how that confined the action. I saw the film too, and it was decent, but the book–oh, the book is so much better.

 

Christmas at Fairacre by Miss Read

this may be cheating, but whatever. this is a collection of three longish, Christmassy short stories, and I read two of them. (I picked up this book at my library, and they ordered it in specially for me, which just felt so indulgent and nice and I am just amazed at the gloriousness that is libraries). I want to save the last story in Fairacre for next Christmas, since I enjoyed the other two so much. I absolutely loved reading these. they are British. cozy. sweet. funny. charming. and in all ways delightful. I heard about this from Kate Howe on BookTube, and I’m so glad. I love Kate Howe. go subscribe to Kate Howe. she’s lovely. I will look out for all things Miss Read in the future.

 

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

alright, so I know this will be a bit too sweet for some readers, and I acknowledge that it is the tale of four sisters attempting to become better people based on the religious and social codes by which they live. so I can understand that it may not be for everyone. but it was for me. I absolutely loved the relationship dynamics explored in this book, the way each sister’s personality was given time and exploration, and the love and faith that pervaded the narrative all the way through. so many elements of this book resonate with me, and I love its playful yet poignant style. it’s funny and emotionally deep together. (I cried literally seven or eight times). as Dolly Parton said in Steel Magnolias: “laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.” the March family gives me hope for humanity, and hope for myself. I will treasure this book always, and its sequel, Good Wives, just arrived in the post. 🙂

 

And now, my favorite book of the year: *squeals obnoxiously*

 

History of the Rain by Niall Williams

if I didn’t feel compelled to convince you to read this book, I wouldn’t say a word about it, because I cheapen it already. I cried when it was over, but it wasn’t only because of the ending. it was the beauty of the entire book, and I could feel it overflowing in my heart, like the river in the story. if you’re into:

character development

a quirky (though I am loathe to use that word), funny, heartfelt narrator who provides unique perspective to an otherwise ordinary world, thus making the ordinary extraordinary

stories within stories

books about books

family psychology and relationship dynamics

Ireland: rain and mist, green and blue and silver, cottages and villages and hills and fields

themes of: being human, being afraid, the quest we’re all on, the affects of failure

a story that manages to be epic and deep while still keeping you cozily wrapped in comfort, and also breaking your heart, but you know it’s okay at the same time, even though you’re dead, but it’s fine (HA)

young female protagonist exploring family, grief, mental health, history and folklore, and her own identity, from the confines of a bed, with the aid of ink and paper
language that pokes fun at itself and is hilarious while being stunningly beautiful

then please go in search of this book. I might re-read it in 2018, though I have another book by Niall Williams waiting on my shelf. I thought of writing him a letter. if The Fall of Light (the one on my shelf) is as good as History of the Rain, I WILL write him a letter. and it will be pathetic.

 

those are my favorites from 2017, everyone! I’d love to know what yours were; tell me so in the comments.

 

Until next time,

rae

 

Katie’s channel:

https://www.youtube.com/user/thesilverscribe

 

Kate’s channel:

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCgcjcyByhekqVpU6cKriX5w

December Wrap-Up

*meaning a glorified list of the books I dipped into in December, without descriptions of any of the books whatsoever*

I spent December curled up with mugs of hot cocoa (with whipped cream and cinnamon, thank you) and tucked into:

 
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

A Night Without Armor: poems by Jewel (still in progress)

Christmas Days by Jeanette Winterson (which I very much enjoyed, but which I put away on Christmas Day to save the rest for next year)

Christmas at Fairacre by Miss Read (from which I read A Village Christmas and The Christmas Mouse) (again, saving the rest for next year….apparently I’m into delayed gratification)

It was lovely.

Up next, my favorite books of 2017!

hello again, little world

hello little world.

how are you? did you have a good Christmas? I hope so.

I’m sorry for my absence in this space of late. the end of the semester was a regular Sauron, and blogging was just not on the table in the midst of that academic rage.

but I am back and so looking forward to sharing my reading with you this year! I’m going to be attempting to post more consistently, and have lots to share about my reading year in 2017, and my bookish resolutions for 2018! so there will be quite a few posts coming up. let me know what you’re reading and any books you adored last year.

may 2018 bring kind, lovely & sweet things to us all. let’s go. 🙂

until next time,

 

rae

On Deviating from the TBR

So I have these books. These wonderful books lined up on the top of my dresser—books I chose purposefully, consciously, when I was thinking about what I wanted to read this Autumn. I’d still like to read them this Autumn. But then I watched Nora Ephron’s film Julie and Julia, and became thereby re-obsessed with Nora Ephron, so I had to buy I Remember Nothing, which is one of her essay collections. And then reading Nora Ephron made me realize that in order to write the screenplay for Julie and Julia, she would have had to read the book Julie and Julia. I attempted to read the book Julie and Julia several years ago and stopped. It wasn’t right for me, at the time. But recently, I was at my local used bookshop, looking for a biography of Nora Ephron, and what did I find instead? Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julie Powell. It called out to me. It was–it is–the right time. So I bought it. And started reading it. I’m enjoying it so far.

I’m also still in the midst of Inkheart by Cornelia Funke, which I read before bed at night. Unless I’m reading How to Be a Victorian by Ruth Goodman, which I found at the library. I also briefly acquired The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry from the library, which I took out in a fit of overjoyed frenzy, having heard all the hype. I’ve accepted that I can’t go on with it just now, having too many other books on the go.

While all this has been going on, there my Autumn TBR books have sat, patiently waiting. The only thing that could make me feel anxious about them is, of course, me. The books do not mind when they are read. Indeed, they’d probably prefer to call to me in their own way, rather than to have me shuffle them around and line them up according to my own notions of order. I don’t set much store by TBRs in general for that very reason. I enjoy the process of creating them when the fancy takes me, but I accept that I am a mood reader and will follow my nose regardless…

And that’s the wonderful thing about reading. So much else in life depends on order and organization, swiftness and efficiency…but whatever we do, however we do it, the books are there. Unhurried. Waiting to be read, then put down and picked up and dipped into and out of, to soothe and guide and instruct as needed: the best medicine. The best friends.

I guess this is all just to say that the TBR, while helpful, enjoyable, etc., is not precious: but reading is. It is a precious gift, to be cherished and embraced. Better to read with joy and abandon than to spend one minute niggling over arbitrary set-ups and should-haves.

Long live spontaneity.

Review :: My Cousin Rachel

~Here Lies That Which Verges Slightly on Spoilers, So Beware~

 

Well, I am writing this fresh from the last page, still reeling from the stunning deftness of Daphne Du Maurier’s writing. The woman was a master. If her writing were not the atmospheric luxury that it is, I probably would have thrown this book out the window. If you want to experience the luscious beauty and intensity of her prose, without feeling as tortured-of-mind as the main character in My Cousin Rachel, read Rebecca. If, however, you have read Rebecca already and are eager for more Du Maurier, then go forth with My Cousin Rachel with the understanding that it will very nearly drive you mad, and you will be alright with it, because Daphne. Because. Daphne.

Unfortunately, this book did little to convince me that I should read more novels in which the main characters are male. I know it’s terrible of me, but I just cannot seem to be drawn to books that do not feature a female lead, and I find that time and time again, when I venture on a book with a male main character, I spend most of it being annoyed with him in one way or a dozen, and it distracts from the story.

The greatest exception to this I can think of at the moment is The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. I could write a separate post on all the ways Kvothe (male lead) does not annoy me in that wondrous novel—so much so that I fully intend to read the sequel. But I digress. I hated the main character of this book. His name is Philip Ashley and oh, how he perturbed me. I don’t think I could ever regret reading anything by Daphne Du Maurier, but this one came at a price. While reading, I repeatedly half-shouted to no one in particular: “YOU DUMB”. Obviously, this was directed at Philip, object of my constant scorn and disbelief. I do not regret this. Admittedly, I didn’t choose the most eloquent language to express my annoyance, but these are the luxuries we allow ourselves when we read alone…

I will not enumerate to you the specifics of my annoyance at Philip, nor my many fascinations with the mysterious Rachel. The plot and the characters were complicated and deftly woven, and I will leave them to you to explore. As for the prose, it was magnificent, as always. I will never tire of the rain-swept, moody, almost fantastical world of Du Maurier’s Cornwall. The hills, the manor houses, the villages, the sunrises, the gardens, the sea…bliss.

Rachel herself was fascinating. I regret having been forced to see her only through the *pointed cough* very limited perspective of Philip. While that warped view certainly added to her mystery, I would have loved to see the fullness of her character—her thoughts, her motivations, her life from her own perspective. Alas.

The ending dissatisfied me. On a purely selfish, non-analytical level, I am irritated by it, and that is all.

My annoyance with Philip Ashley and with the ending is all that prevents me from giving it five stars. When I read anything by Daphne Du Maurier, I am truly under her command and must continue to read until she has the last word. Writing that powerful is surely to be respected.

I’m free to watch the film now. Having endured all the agony and suspense, all the rage and the emotional turmoil, I will happily kick back with my snacks and my smug knowledge, watching my family undergo the torture I have already withstood…

Happy reading! x

Rae

Changes & Spines

Hi, readers~

How is everyone? I hope the past months have been good to you. October is soon to be here and I welcome it with enthusiasm verging on the hysterical. LEAVES AND COZY THINGS. I’M READY.

I am making some changes to my little blog, which I hope will be agreeable to you. When I first began it, I intended it to be a place to share my writing, but desires for traditional publication in the future have changed my mind. Thank you for reading and commenting on my previous posts: it meant a lot! I will not share much of my personal writing here anymore, but I will be sharing my adventures with something equally dear to my heart: reading! (ah, joy.)

This little blog will be moving in the direction of book tags, reviews, TBR’s, and Wrap-Ups. There will hopefully be some fun & spontaneous posts along the way, and once in a moon, posts from-my-journal or random musings on creativity, beauty, life, coziness, spirituality, who knows…?

I am so looking forward to babbling about books with you. If you have any thoughts, recommendations, or questions, leave a comment! I’d love to chat. 😊

My September Wrap-Up & Current Reads post is up! Hurrah!

Happy reading, happy Autumn, and I’ll see you between the pages~

Rae

September Wrap-Up & Current Reads

September was a good reading month, propelled by the thrill of anticipating Autumn. All the BookTube (Victober!). Used-book-shopping. Gazing longingly, lovingly at my Autumn TBR, thinking “soon, you” and “soon, you”.

September did mark the second book I’ve read this year in which the main character was male and annoyed the life out of me. This does not bode well for my struggle to read male main characters in general (no offense, lads, men are lovely). I cling only to my love for Kvothe and Bast from The Name of the Wind this year. (How I adore them. How I adore that glorious book. Ugh.)

The character in question featured in My Cousin Rachel by Daphne Du Maurier, about which I’ll be posting a full review. The other book I read was The Beast Is An Animal by Peternelle van Arsdale…

I enjoyed this Y.A. fantasy, recommended by my best friend Kelsey. It was much darker, actually, than I expected, but the themes of radical religious oppression and ideas of “good” vs. “evil” were very interesting. The writing was tinged with magic and shadow. There was a romance, but it bloomed late and didn’t overtake the narrative (very important). A good read for Autumn or Winter nights when the cold is bitter and you’ve a nice mug of warm, comforting cider in hand.

Now for my current reads. I’m making my way slowly through two books: Inkheart by Cornelia Funke and Jane Austen: A Life by Claire Tomalin. The latter is the slowest of the two, and I’m glad of it. It’s cozy. It’s fascinating. It’s perfectly soothing for bedtime when the mind still needs something to chew on, but nothing too exciting. It’s about Jane Austen, so obviously it’s delightful for that reason too. I have no doubt that I will literally be reading it in pieces for the next year. Gladly. 😊

Inkheart is wonderful. I started it by reading it aloud with my brother, but we abandoned that ship and I press on alone, equally happily. It is cozy, bookish glory, perfect fantasy. No need to rush. I’m also sneakily reading Keats, from time to time, a hangover from having recently watched the film Bright Star. Love.

My other reads at the moment, the ones I’m plugging nicely along with and reading more regularly, are:

Becoming Myself: Embracing God’s Dream of You by Stasi Eldredge

The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry

and How to Be a Victorian by Ruth Goodman

 

Those last two were obtained (with hysterical excitement) at a recent adventure to my local library with my friend Jennifer. We found many wonderful things there and are most excited to take ourselves virtuously to the library every other week or so from now on. 😊 #wemuststopbuyingallthebooks  #wemust

(yes, I do frequently use hashtags in the wrong setting. a vulgar habit? perhaps. but I accept it.)

What are you currently reading? Are you watching/participating in Victober? Is it Autumn where you are?

I hope all is well for you and that you’re staying cozy~

Till next time!

Rae

booktalk: History of the Rain by Niall Williams

earlier this year, I read History of the Rain by Niall Williams. It whispered to me from the shelves of Barnes & Noble (a place I guiltily and frequently haunt), with its cover of dark sea-tones and its aesthetic of cozy introverted bliss.

obviously, I have fully embraced the practice of judging books by their covers, and I don’t apologize.

but this is all beside the point. it’s a wonderful book. I knew instantly it would be one of my favorites of the year. I think about it all the time, guys. all the time.

this is a slow, gentle narrative that deals with heavy, sometimes epic themes in a quiet, introverted way, so that it’s all extremely pleasurable to read, even when it’s heartbreaking. does this make sense? I don’t know. BELIEVE IT.

reading it was like falling into a world of cozy houses, rain-sodden hills, villages and attics, a great twisting river, and the scent of books.

this is a story about Ireland. a story about people. a story about sorrow and the feeling of never being good enough. a story about stories. a story about BOOKS. a story about the love in a family. a story of a young woman searching for her father and herself.

I cried. and I was so thrilled to be crying. I can’t remember the last time a book did this to me. praise the Lord.

for me, the most important thing in any novel, more than the plot, the characters, etc., is the writing. now, I want to make an important distinction here: there is a difference between “good writing” and writing that I enjoy. when I read novels for pleasure, I look for the latter. I don’t want to tell you that the writing was “good”, because there are so many kinds of good writing. I will say instead that this book was chock-full of the kind of writing I love.

I can’t even describe it. it’s narrated first-person, but it’s so lyrical and playful in the language. somehow it was both lyrical and simple. it was absolutely addictive, and the way the words were so beautifully strung together made the stories within the story so delightful to read. if this kind of writing seems appealing to you, you will adore this book.

so: if you’re into themes of Ireland, water, family and family history, sorrow met with humor, and if you are into books that celebrate stories, please go now and read History of the Rain.

I’ve since bought another book by Niall Williams, which I’m very excited to eventually read (in ten years, after I get through a few zillion of the endless armies of books I own), and I fear I shall be loyal to him forever now.

ah, the perils of books…

happy reading, friends~~

 

rae

 

 

Here you may find History of the Rain on Amazon.

GO GET IT.

 

 

between pages: current reads

hello, lovely people (she whispered timidly.)

I’m planning to do semi-regular (all ye scatter-brained nymphs out there, sympathize) Tiny Book Reviews in the upcoming months, but for now, just a little list and brief thoughts on what I’m currently reading, should any of the titles call your name.

~The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss: lyrical, cozy-dark fantasy. yes, thank you.

~Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (I’ve read it once before, but now I’m reading it at night before I go to sleep. I have deluded myself that this will mean I’m sent off to slumber with dreams of the English countryside, but so far there is no evidence of such. alas.)

~Sense and Sensibility: Shooting Script: The Screenplay and Diaries by Emma Thompson: loved the book. obsessed with the 1995 film. Emma Thompson is a goddess. the diaries are a fascinating insight into the writing and film-making process. endearing, funny, and for those of us obsessed with British actors, full of glorious side-mentions of people like Kate Winslet and Alan Rickman (*YES*). (there is a particularly satisfying moment in which Alan Rickman encounters a cat. read the book to learn more.) this is also a nighttime read, and I’ve been neglecting P&P because all I want to do is curl up with this for days. YEARS. I’ll be done with it soon. determined to drag it out.

I’ve got several random non-fiction books on the go as well, which I’m dipping in and out of:

Writing Young Adult Fiction For Dummies by Deborah Halverson

The Art of Being a Woman by Veronique Vienne (God help me, I’ve put it down and NEED to pick it up again. it’s very good. I am ashamed.)

Bullfinch’s Mythology by Thomas Bullfinch (monstrous Barnes & Noble Classics edition. deeply intimidating but lush and enticing as well. have accepted that this will be in my currently reading literally forever. yep.)

 

what are you currently reading? leave a comment, I’d love to know!

hope you’re all well,

~ rae