I’m a proud book nerd. I adore books, and always have at least two or three on the go at any one time. During my Big Year, I’ve decided to keep track of the books I’ve read, the quotes I love and other bookish things that cross my path…
Books I’ve read (since 1 January 2019) –
- The Poisonwood Bible – Barbara Kingsolver. My second time reading this, and I think it was even better than the first.
- Britt Marie was Here – Fredrick Bachman. If you like this, try Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman.
- The Signature of All Things – Elizabeth Gilbert. Her first non-fiction book that I’ve read, and I must say I was pleasantly surprised.
- Circles in a Forest – Dalene Matthee. A South African classic which I felt inspired to read after our walk in the Knysna Forest (which served as inspiration for her books).
- Nine Perfect Strangers – Liane Moriarty. Could not put this down and devoured it in two days. Easy reading, and a good story.
12 Rules for Life– Jordan B. Peterson. I really wanted to love this book, but honestly, I found myself wading through it, re-reading the same sentences over and over to try and make sense of them because my attention had drifted again. Maybe I’m just not in the right head space for it right now. Strike this one from the list.
- The Lakehouse – Kate Morton. This is the third book of hers that I’ve read, and it delivers on the same formula – a number of mysteries woven throughout the story, red herrings littering the pages and all the loose ends neatly tied up in the last thirty or so pages. I love her books for their easy reading style, although I’m starting to see through the red herrings and wouldn’t mind if at least one stone remained unturned. Just for fun.
- My name is Lucy Barton – Elizabeth Strout. Honestly, I don’t know what to make of this book. It’s a rambling account of Lucy Barton and her memories, no real story or plot. It’s beautifully written, but I’m not sure what the point of it is. I’ll have to read another one of her books for some context to her writing, I think…
- Circling the Sun – Paula McLain. I absolutely loved The Paris Wife,and stumbled on this book in the public bookshelf of the resort in Bali. It’s the story of Beryl Markham and her life in the Kenya of the 1920s and ’30s. Aviator, racehorse trainer, friend of Karen Blixen (Out of Africa) and lover of Denys Finch Hatton. If you loved Out of Africa, you’ll love this!
- Into the Water – Paula Hawkins. I really enjoyed this. I loved Girl on the Train, and although this wasn’t quite as good, it was chilling, creepy and a page-turner.
- The Me, Without – Jaqueline Raposo. I picked this up at the airport on the way to Heron Island, and was intrigued. The book chronicles the author’s search for self-improvement by making one small change at a time. I found her so relateable, and her writing both honest and inspiring. I am still thinking about (and implementing) some of the insights she shares in this book.
- Memories of Midnight – Sydney Sheldon. I picked this up on the bookshelf at Heron Island for some mindless escapism. Reminded me of my Sydney Sheldon phase when I was a teenager.
- Slouching Towards Bethlehem – Joan Didion. A collection of essays written in the sixties. A bit hit and miss, I skipped over some entirely and reread a few more than once.
- Rebecca – Daphne du Maurier. I’d never read this and I devoured it in one night and day. Absolutely loved it
- Inspired by my foray into the classics, I took Emma (Jane Austen) out from the library. Fun, and light-hearted. I love period novels, although this wasn’t one of my favourites…
- The Woman who went to bed for a year – Sue Townsend. A quirky read which seems somewhat superficial, maybe even silly – but draws you into a host of complex feelings about the protoganist who has taken to her bed for a year.
- Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl. A re-read, and one that needs no further explanation.
- Paris Letters – Janice Macleod. One of those delightfully inspiring books that leaves you feeling that you should also pack up your life and move to Paris, as the author did.