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Can you imagine that soon I might get to write about books I read more recently than two months ago? Yeah, me neither. (Maybe that’ll be the day my proportions of fiction to non-fiction will be less lopsided. HA.)
Anyways. Here’s my reads for the month of March:
Honestly, it’s only been a month, but my memory of the details here are clouded. I do know that I loved this book. It follows an Australian teenage girl as she deals with starting a new school (which happens to be a boys school in its first year of enrolling girls — severely limiting her options for friends), figures out if who she was with her old group of domineering friends is who she actually is, and handles a family falling apart from her mother’s plunge into depression. Real issues, good issues, hard issues take precedence, but teenage angst and romance and drama still find their realistic place (because high school.) I’ll definitely be reading more Marchetta.
Oh my, Allie Brosh is wonderful. Like multitudes of others, I found this wonderful woman’s work through her blog, and like multitudes of others, had lamented at how infrequent updates were and how little content was available.
Which is really one of the big mysteries of the internet, when one of the most popular blogs happens to be one that rarely updates and doesn’t have a ton on it. (Rendering all blogging advice completely useless, right?)
So when I found out there was a book, I was happy. And when sweet boyfriend bought me that book (before I caved and treated myself, which would have been inevitable (and I probably just went ahead and treated myself to a different book instead)) I was thrilled. Glossy colored pages with every story different color pages, I tried to space this out as best I could. I only mildly succeeded.
Last note: Brosh’s “essays” on her experience with depression were powerful tools to (at least better) understand the experiences of those close to me also living with it. I recommend them, as long as you don’t mind learning through comic.
The Lunar Chronicles: CINDER,
Marissa Meyer (WINTER releases in a year)
Oh these books. I like them significantly. Cyborg teenager in a Cinderella retelling (and then Little Red and Rapunzel in the sequels), with wonderful call backs to the fairy tales, but without a rigid need to stick to exacts? Wonderful ingredients. And the outcome is quite nice to.
Now, when I read books like this I pay very little attention to finer points of writing or plot or chatacter quality. As I move more and more into reviewing everything I read, this might change. But for now, what you need to know is that all I care about is how content I was reading these. How absolutely pulled along I was. How much I hated finding out that the final installment of the quartet comes out in TWO-THOUSAND AND FIFTEEN.
So, you know, yeah. Read these if you like YA, re-tellings, futuristic scifi fantasy, and great young female leads.
I was taken in from the start. Actually, before the start — before reading the book, I read some of the critique and, based on the descriptive copy and Evan’s blog, already I could tell that the many of the main criticisms made little to no sense in light of what Evans seemed to be trying to do. So reviews like this made me curious:
“As I read the book, it became increasingly clear to me of one theme: God’s word was on trial. It was the court of Rachel Held Evans. She was the prosecution, judge, and jury. The verdict was out. And with authority and confidence, she would have the final word on womanhood.”
— Trillia Newbell, desiringgod.org
(After finishing, I cannot fathom coming out of this book with this conclusion, unless you went in to it determined to. Which, I suppose, is entirely likely. Let’s just say I don’t agree with some 98% of that review.)
I’ve mentioned beforethat in my quest to read more and better this year, the number one change I needed to make was reading more non-fiction (and not just essays on the Hunger Games). This was the second I started (after The White Umbrella), and it was a wonderful way to start into non-fic. Highly narrative, and frequently dabbed with happy sarcasm (Well, the whole book was sort of one big wonderful sarcastic concept, so that’s a given), I enjoyed this the whole way through.
My favorite part: The delving into what Proverbs 31 was intended to be: not a checklist for the perfect evangelical woman, but a way for men to honor their wives and the women around them.
I’ve had Rowell’s most recent books on my too-read list ever since I noticed they’d gotten quite trendy, but Attachments was far more available from my library — so I started here. Attachments was perfect. There was an unusual set up in the back-and-forth emails chapters, and the turn-of-the-century setting was a nice change of pace from my usual reads. Lincoln was pretty great; I could almost reread it just for him. (See? Even my shortest is still 422 characters.)