march reading in review

Books Bought This Month
Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953 (IndieBound) by Elizabeth Winder
Betsy-Tacy Treasury (IndieBound) by Maud Hart Lovelace
Cupcake (IndieBound) by Rachel Cohn

Books Received/Acquired This Month
Younger (IndieBound) by Suzanne Munshower (Kindle First)
The Gemini Effect (IndieBound) by Chuck Grossart (Kindle First)
Scarlett Undercover (IndieBound) by Jennifer Latham (ARC for review in Horn Book)
Because You’ll Never Meet Me (IndieBound) by Leah Thomas (ARC for review in Horn Book)
How It Went Down (IndieBound) by Kekla Magoon (audiobook for review in the Horn Book)

Books Borrowed This Month
A Mad, Wicked Folly (IndieBound) by Sharon Biggs Waller
I Love Science! (IndieBound) by Shanny Jean Maney
Hallucinations (IndieBound) by Oliver Sacks (audiobook)
I Love I Hate I Miss My Sister (IndieBound) by Amélie Sarn
Your Own, Sylvia (IndieBound) by Stephanie Hemphill
Viola in Reel Life (IndieBound) by Adriana Trigiani
How I Discovered Poetry (IndieBound) by Marilyn Nelson
Deep Blue (IndieBound) by Jennifer Donnelly
The Interrogation of Ashala Wolf (IndieBound) by Ambelin Kwaymullina
Inconvenient (IndieBound) by Margie Gelbwasser
Cinders and Sapphires (IndieBound) by Leila Rasheed
Under a Painted Sky (IndieBound) by Stacey Lee

Books Finished This Month
Girls vs. Guys: Surprising Differences Between the Sexes by Michael J. Rosen
Belzhar (IndieBound) by Meg Wolitzer
Where We Belong (IndieBound) by Emily Giffin (audiobook)
Natural Selection by Malinda Lo
I Love I Hate I Miss My Sister by Amélie Sarn
Viola in Reel Life by Adriana Trigiani
Your Own, Sylvia by Stephanie Hemphill
The Interrogation of Ashala Wolf by Ambelin Kwaymullina
Gulp: Adventures on the Alimentary Canal (IndieBound) by Mary Roach
Scarlett Undercover by Jennifer Latham
How I Discovered Poetry by Marilyn Nelson
Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks (audiobook)
Cinders and Sapphires by Leila Rasheed
In Your Face: The Culture of Beauty and You (IndieBound) by Shari Graydon
Reconstructing Amelia (IndieBound) by Kimberly McCreight
Bayou Magic (IndieBound) by Jewell Parker Rhodes
Summer on the Short Bus (IndieBound) by Bethany Crandell
Under a Painted Sky by Stacey Lee

Well, I didn’t love everything, but I tried a lot of things. There were a lot of book-in-a-day events, mostly because we had seventh and eighth graders coming in for booktalks, and I wasn’t particularly inspired by anything, so I tried a bunch of stuff frantically in the hopes that I would enjoy something. When I looked at my GoodReads, I realized that I have been reading less YA lately and more adult and middle grade, which is good, because I need to broaden my reading. I was also doing some reading for a WNDB project. AND I read stuff that I had gotten months or even years ago at conferences! AND I read two books for work just to make sure they weren’t horrific before we added them to our collection.

Nothing I read was something that I was like ZOMG THIS BOOK IS A PART OF MY SOUL NOW, but I can keep hoping. I’m trying really hard to downsize and own less, even when it comes to books (because I bought a book on tidying up in February and have been too scared to open it, as if it’s going to judge me), so I’m trying to read a lot of stuff I’ve gotten at conferences and things that I know I will probably like just fine but not feel the need to keep forever and always. I am hovering around 600 books right now and no more shelf space even with four bookcases, so it’s time.

Is it weird that I approach reading like that? I don’t know what to say except that I have anxiety and certain obsessive compulsions, and I really and truly find so many subjects and books interesting that I really do want to give them a chance most of the time. It’s very hard to tell a book that I’m just not that into it anymore. It really, really hurts. It takes years for me to be over it. And I don’t want to say any more about how my relationship with books mimics perfectly my history with how long it takes me to get over romantic relationships that were never even all that romantic or “relationships” to begin with. It’s my MO.

Anyway. I read things. As usual. I didn’t hate anything. I wasn’t totally drawn in, either.

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