Girl in the Dark by Anna Lyndsey is a beautifully, lyrical written memoir about a women with an equally rare and severe light sensitivity disorder. The style of writing mixed with the fact that it very hard to grasp the concept that one’s body could so completely rebel against its self gives a magical, haunting fiction feel rather than one of a memoir at all.
Home Game by Michael Lewis was a quick, easy read. Michael Lewis tells his experiences being a father to three kids. Multiple times throughout the book I was giggling to myself. He tells these hilarious situations with complete honesty and it never at all felt like he was trying to hard; it all came across as natural. There are many parallels it seems between the role of a father and the role of a nanny, so that added another level of enjoyment for me because, alas, that is my chosen career. Extremely enjoyable book and a nice light change of pace compared to the last few books I’ve read.
Dear god this book. I had remembered seeing it on some list at the end of 2014 (best books written by women or something) and when I saw it last week at Barnes and Noble (%40 off for members) I decided to step out of my normal book comfort zone. The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins is about three women whose lives are connected through unfortunate events. The perspective switches between all three throughout the book but is predominately told through the eyes of Rachel. Rachel, who is the girl on the train, caused me so much anxiety. Everything she did was absolutely cringe worthy. I worry a lot about people making fools of themselves; people I know, fictional characters, famous people, it is probably the reason I am absolutely no fun to be around, and Rachel honestly made a fool of her self at every possible chance. I almost dreaded reading her sections because of it, but I was so sucked into the story by then that I couldn’t stop because I needed to figure out the ending. I actually got sucked into the story way before anything big actually happened. While I didn’t enjoy it per-say, I really couldn’t put it down. Paula Hawkins seriously wrote the hell out of it. I’m glad I read it, but God damn reading it sure was an ordeal for me.
This is a new young adult book which I almost bought, but then decided against it, and then saw it at the library the next day. So I thought, why not. It alternates perspective between a 17 year old boy and girl who meet under shitty life circumstances, become friends, fall in love, and then life becomes shitty again. I liked this book a lot, which was a pleasant surprise. If I’ve ever discussed books with you then at some point I have probably ranted about my general dislike for most young adult books, and mostly my dislike for John Green’s writing style (which when it comes to dialog, is as unrealistic as humanly possible). This doesn’t stop me from actually reading YA books because every so often I find a gem. All The Bright Places is absolutely one of those gems. Jennifer Niven does a great job at accurately enough portraying someone who is bipolar. The obsessiveness involved when you are manic, the endless fog surrounding your depressive downs and even though the word “bipolar” is only mentioned once by a school counselor, it’s still fairly obviously that’s what’s going with the male character. While yes as a whole the it is terribly dramatic at times, I didn’t feel like it really distracted from the core of the book, plus it kind of comes with the territory. The book ended on a hopeful, but not happy, note. The last 60 or so pages I read with fingers crossed, silently egging on Jennifer Niven to end the book the way it needed to be ended, and props to her for doing it. Real life never gets wrapped up in a neat and tidy perfect package, the truth of the matter is sometimes life fucking sucks and shitty stuff just happens and then keeps happening and you find a way through it because that’s just how life works. It was nice to see a young adult book demonstrate that in a non pretentious manner.