Reading. What is it good for?
And I just can’t live without it.
I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep without a book in my hand since I learned my letters as a child.
My top reads this month:
I fell into The Heirs as though someone had made my bed up with the crispest of sheets, placed down pillows of the most perfect loft at my head and handed me a plate of divine chocolate and cheese. As written on the publishers site, yes, this “is a tale out of Edith Wharton for the twentieth century.” “Fans of Salinger’s stories about Manhattan’s elite will enjoy this novel about privileged siblings who grapple with the state of their inheritance and long-held secrets that emerge in the wake of their father’s death.” — InStyle
MJ Rose combines history, magic, and art like no author I’ve read. Her subject matter is so outside my ken and my usual read, that I forget how she transports me until her new book launches. The narrator of this book is so simultaneously fragile and strong that you want to both wrap her in your arms and follow her into battle. Library Journal put it best in their starred review: “The sophisticated and finely detailed narrative and exquisite storytelling draws readers into an esoteric post-World War I, art deco era. Yet it’s the compassionate and articulate narrator who brings this heartbreaking but hopeful story to life. Unforgettable.”
I love when being immersed in a novel that teaches me at the same time it draws me into story. Mercury, a story of discovering why a steamy/joyous marriage is traveling downhill (yes, my wheelhouse) merged with the world of deceit and crime wrapped in a passion of which I know nothing: an all consuming love of horses. Like all her work, Mercury transported me. “Livesey knows her way around human desire and disappointment. Like the recent blockbusters Gone Girl and Fates and Furies, Mercury gives us a marriage from alternating perspectives. Unlike those books, there is no looming gimmick or twist. The parties involved agree on what has happened. The question is whether or not their love can survive it.” — New York Times