I had exams through most of June, so this is going to be a shorter post than usual. (On the other hand, I have spent a lot of time painting to relieve stress: check out the results on my Instagram. As always, I'm not including books I didn't finish, even though I may have read most of them (sigh).
Partners in Crime by Agatha Christie
Something reminded me of this book and I was dying to reread it. It's light, meaningless fun, and Tommy and Tuppence are Christie's best couple. Tommy reminds me a lot of the Guy, but I have nowhere near Tuppence's spunk and coolz.
Windfall by Jennifer E. Smith
A nice YA that deals with family and romance and (surprise!) the role money plays in life. A bit too optimistic to be believable, but that's most of the fun of reading such a book.
Karachi, You're Killing Me! by Saba Imtiaz
I hear the movie (Noor) was awful, but the book is quite fun, though predictable. I loved the depiction of journalism and Karachi, and would read more books that just follow their heroines through their exciting jobs please, personal drama and romance not required.
House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday
Apparently one of the first popular and critically acclaimed novels by a Native American. It's too misunderstood-violent-man genre for my taste, but the writing is good and the depiction of Native culture is interesting. As always though, I felt I'd have appreciated a woman's point of view.
Cuckold by Kiran Nagarkar
I had thought this was Serious Literature, and wasn't prepared for how fun and smutty this was. It's a fictionalised account of the life of Mirabai and her husband, told from the husband's point of view. It reminded me of Philippa Gregory.
A Right Honourable Gentleman and The Year of the Crocodile by Courtney Milan
Two short stories by a writer whose romance novels I love, but these are eh, meh.
Love Poems by Emily Dickinson
I have no intelligent critique of poetry, but this is a slim little volume of Dickinson's work, which is good for me because I like poetry in small doses. I think I'm going to return to it again soon.
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
I'd read this just in December, but this book has something new each time. This is the kind of fiction that seems to me truer than non-fiction, because it is both beautiful and profound.
Partners in Crime by Agatha Christie
Something reminded me of this book and I was dying to reread it. It's light, meaningless fun, and Tommy and Tuppence are Christie's best couple. Tommy reminds me a lot of the Guy, but I have nowhere near Tuppence's spunk and coolz.
Windfall by Jennifer E. Smith
A nice YA that deals with family and romance and (surprise!) the role money plays in life. A bit too optimistic to be believable, but that's most of the fun of reading such a book.
Karachi, You're Killing Me! by Saba Imtiaz
I hear the movie (Noor) was awful, but the book is quite fun, though predictable. I loved the depiction of journalism and Karachi, and would read more books that just follow their heroines through their exciting jobs please, personal drama and romance not required.
House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday
Apparently one of the first popular and critically acclaimed novels by a Native American. It's too misunderstood-violent-man genre for my taste, but the writing is good and the depiction of Native culture is interesting. As always though, I felt I'd have appreciated a woman's point of view.
Cuckold by Kiran Nagarkar
I had thought this was Serious Literature, and wasn't prepared for how fun and smutty this was. It's a fictionalised account of the life of Mirabai and her husband, told from the husband's point of view. It reminded me of Philippa Gregory.
A Right Honourable Gentleman and The Year of the Crocodile by Courtney Milan
Two short stories by a writer whose romance novels I love, but these are eh, meh.
Love Poems by Emily Dickinson
I have no intelligent critique of poetry, but this is a slim little volume of Dickinson's work, which is good for me because I like poetry in small doses. I think I'm going to return to it again soon.
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
I'd read this just in December, but this book has something new each time. This is the kind of fiction that seems to me truer than non-fiction, because it is both beautiful and profound.
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