So that was February. It was scrumptious. Also, I thought at the start of the month that I would go into some theme or something, but nothing came to me, so I just winged it. And then it occurred to me a few days ago that a large number of the books I read in the past month all concerned or revolved around misfits. All sorts of them, those heart-tearing little clumps of Awkwardz. Yum.
- Breakfast at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote.
- Why Read the Classics? by Italo Calvino.
- Mapping the Mind, by Rita Carter.
- The Book that Changed My Life, ed by Roxanne J. Coady.
- The Awakening and Other Stories, by Kate Chopin.
- Stoner, by John Williams.
- On Love, by Alain de Botton.
- The Outward Room, by Millen Brand.  
- One Day, by David Nicholls.
- My Mother Taught Me, by Tor Kung.
- Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro.
- How to Write a Sentence, by Stanley Fish.
- The Solitude of Prime Numbers, by Paolo Giordano.
- The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne, by Brian Moore.
- Cassandra at the Wedding, by Dorothy Baker.
- The Collector, by John Fowles.
- Cheerful Weather for the Wedding, by Julia Strachey.
- The Winds of Heaven, by Monica Dickens.
As usual, for posterity’s sake. And because I really like lists. So. Happy March, everybody. Hugs all around.