May 2011 Reads

May feels like those creaking weeks after some Mysterious Illness, where you instinctively know that thy must not Exert thyself. Which accounts for cautious reading, which accounts for a mound of books set aside and, also, a mound of books you simply have to bear, since you’re too blargh to exert the energy to look [...]

April 2011 Reads

April has been a strange month for me, as some of you have noticed. Blogging was dismal, I only crawled toward the internet to look at pictures of baby bunnies, and basically suffered days of Ugh, what are you doing with your life. In fact, my note-taking, too, has suffered during this blog’s Existentialist Wasteland [...]

March 2011 Reads

These are the books I read this March. As usual, there are goldmines, also some duds. I think I’m not the only one who’d wish for juju that will allow you to read just the awesome books. But where would be the fun in that? Hur, seriously, this March was fun—enriching, confusing, fulfilling, leave-you-breathless [with [...]

January 2011 Reads

Well. January 2011 was not a bad month for reading [and blogging] -- here’s hoping that the rest of the year will bring with it as much book-dorkery as this month has, if better. So. This is what I read, and hello there, 2011: The Bookshop, by Penelope Fitzgerald. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, by [...]

November 2010 Reads

Goodness, but November was an incredibly awesome month, re reading [sad, that I have to specify, haha]. I liked most of what I read this month -- and I feel so accomplished that I got to blog, in one way or another, about the books I read. [Especially considering that I was all lazy and [...]

October 2010 Reads

The Anthologist, by Nicholson Baker. The Believers, by Zoë Heller. Room, by Emma Donoghue. The Blue Stone, by Jimmy Liao. Love in the Time of Cholera, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Anagrams, by Lorrie Moore. Hard to Handle, by Lori Foster. Train Man, by Hitori Nakano. That's all I read for October, and I've blogged so little -- I wish [...]