I have a bookshelf on the way to the guest room. You only get a spot if you’re a book I want to re-read and re-read and you’re a book I want everyone else to read.
The other day I caught someone taking a picture of it so they could have all the titles immediately available on their phone.
I’m always on the lookout, but lately a book I truly love has been hard to find.
Homegoing tells the story of two sisters and their lineages through 300 years of African and American history. It’s really good, but the very device of moving from generation to generation (which is so brilliant and well done) ultimately kept me from fully investing in any one character.
The Nightingale is yet another novel about the french resistance, but way better than most. It’s a really exciting and compelling, a little romantic, and also an easy read, perfect for a wintry day.
The Nest is about inheritances…or rather the inherent danger in waiting on inheritances. It’s a very smart read that entertain, pays off, and makes you think…
All good reads, but only one book this Fall earned a spot on the shelf:
You may have guessed, but I loved The Cursed Child. I can’t talk about it without crying, I was so moved. This review in the NYTimes says everything that’s in my heart, but so much better…Here’s to the boy who lived to middle age and to the writer who so vividly brought him to life!