I couldn’t have planned this better if I’d tried. Not only are the last two books I read historical fiction, but they are both of the Single White Female variety. Yes, I am referring to that creepy (and terrible) movie from the early-nineties in which a woman becomes obsessed with her female roommate:
These two books feature female friendships that go beyond the typical BFF-relationship and stray into the dangerous, you-really-need-to-see-a-therapist realm. Continue reading
Eligible: A Modern Retelling of Pride and Prejudice
Published April 19, 2016
512 pages (hardcover)
DISCLOSURE: I received a free copy of this book from the publisher, Random House Publishing Group, through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
What it’s about: In this modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice, the Bennet family hails from Cincinnati. Drily witty dad and hoarder/online-shopper mom live in a crumbling (and spider-infested) old mansion that they can no longer afford (they’ve squandered a sizable inheritance). Jane and Liz have fled Cincinnati for NYC (where Jane is a yoga instructor and Liz works at a women’s magazine), while the three youngest Bennet sisters still live at home. Middle-sister Mary is reclusive and secretive (because, the family suspects, she is a lesbian) and working on her third master’s degree. Kitty and Lydia are beautiful, unemployed CrossFit enthusiasts who are obsessed with the Paleo diet. Continue reading
After the string of get-me-down books that I wrote about in my last post, I was determined to treat myself to some lighter, fluffier, more enjoyable fare. I managed to read two books that were definitely lighter and fluffier (hooray!) but weren’t very good (boo!). I also read a kids’ book about Japanese internment, which (although pretty good) was decidedly not light, not fluffy, and not enjoyable. So, my quest for good fluff continues. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
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All the Light We Cannot See
530 pages (hardcover)
In case you hadn’t noticed, I have some book prejudices. I generally dislike books:
- That are over 400 pages
- That employ split or jumping chronologies
- About war (or, frankly, that could be classified as historical fiction, generally)
- With overly flowery writing
Bearing this in mind, there are some books that I know I should probably avoid, because, based on these prejudices, they’re set up for failure. All the Light We Cannot See is one of those books that covers a bunch of my book-prejudice bases:
The Sense of an Ending
I recently reread The Sense of an Ending for a book club. It won the Man Booker Prize in 2011, and I had read it then. Before rereading it, I vaguely remembered the premise of the book and how it wrapped up. I remembered reading it on a plane (but I have no recollection of where I was going). I remembered some of the characters but not all of them. I remembered a couple salient plot points but not in great detail. In fact, I didn’t remember much about the book at all. And I didn’t remember liking it a whole lot. But I couldn’t have told you why.
Mind you, this first reading was only two years ago. Memory is a bitch. And, appropriately, that’s what the book is all about. Continue reading