I went AWOL, an unforeseen break not only from blogging but the entire intershmertz. Even reading. Because sometimes, well, sometimes real life calls, and you’re all too glad to put the book down to scurry along. And sometimes, well, sometimes your laptop just conks out and your gleefully back in the Dark Ages. Da-dum. Anyway. Here are the books I read for the month of June:
- Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness, by William Styron.
- Light Boxes, by Shane Jones.
- The Elegance of the Hedgehog, by Muriel Barbery.
- Becoming Jane Eyre, by Sheila Kohler.
- Theft: A Love Story, by Peter Carey.
- Skylark, by Dezsö Kosztolányi.
- What I Loved, by Siri Hustvedt.
- We Need to Talk About Kevin, by Lionel Shriver.
- Looking for Alaska, by John Green.
- The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein.
- The Glass Castle, by Jeannette Walls.
- The Architecture of Happiness, by Alain de Botton.
- The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox, by Maggie O’Farrell.
- To Catch a Highlander, by Karen Hawkins.
- Tumbling Through Time, by Gwyn Cready.
- The Dogs of Babel, by Carolyn Parkhurst.
Elsewhere, Miscellany:  I reviewed A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore, and Lydia Davis’ short story collection Break It Down for Metakritiko.  Added several new books to the TBR Land Mass, effectively confirming that I have no resolve whatsoever when it comes to book bans. I think I barely lasted a week? Huh.  Also, posted thoughts (and pictures!) on my experience with Leo Tolstoy’s What Is Art?  Imagined the previous life of one BookSale-bought book.  Confessed that I read for other people.
That is all for now. I’ll be back in fighting form in a few days. I have resolved to relax for a bit, with the blog, with the reading, with life in general. Not making this a big deal — but I have gotten an email from a lurker who’s wondered why I dropped off the face of the earth. Do I update this blog that maniacally? Hee. [To those who have emailed and commented, I’ll be responding at the soonest!]
Have a great July, kids. Happy summer, Western Hemisphere. People in my part of the world, keep them umbrellas handy. Me, I’m going back to bed.