My Month in Books (#17)
It’s April Fool’s Day, and I have no prank to offer you. We got our April Fool’s snow a day early, which is bordering on predictable, and therefore no longer a prank. I do, however, have a reading update, so head down below if you’re interested…⬇️
Highlights from March: Making some travel plans to see family in the next few months, surviving Mercury Retrograde, the promise of spring, getting a jar of the maple syrup my brother-in-law makes (distills? - I don’t know the terminology), and remembering I’m a competent professional woman (I forgot for a while).
Not highlights: My younger pup is injured, which is worrisome and no fun for any of us.
But let's talk about some books, shall we?
I hit the familiar pretty hard this month. You may remember that I’d started reading Bridget Jones’s Diary at the end of February. I finished that, and then kept going with the series. So I also read Edge of Reason and Mad About the Boy. It reminded me that no matter how many times I read certain books, they will always be satisfying.
At some point, I realized I needed to read something new-to-me, if for no other reason than to expand my horizons. Near the end of every month, Amazon reminds me that I can get a First Reads book for free, which is how I learned about (and acquired) Where the Forest Meets the Stars. It’s an intriguing story. Did I love it? No. Am I glad I read it? Yes. Bonus points for exploring some of the dynamics in the urban-rural divide, which is something I think about a lot (mostly because I’m living it).
At the end of this, I fell right back into an old friend: The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. It’s set in the 1950s in London and the English countryside. If I were being uncharitable, I’ll call it the poor woman’s I Capture the Castle (one of my all-time faves), but it has a lot to recommend itself beyond that. It’s presently hanging out on my bedside table, keeping me company for a bit every night before I turn out my light. It feels like an excellent choice for the transition from winter to spring.
My goal for April is to read more than one new-to-me book. It’s a modest goal, but those are often my favorite kind of goals (since I have lots of feelings about setting goals).
And though I have more than one (more than 50?) books on my shelves that I’ve never read, I can always used a good suggestion. So tell me, friends: is there a favorite of yours I should try?