I read 9 books in October, mostly because I flew through books 4-8 of the Little House books. Ahem. It’s wonderful to be as enthralled by that world as I was as a little girl! I ordered The First Four Years from Amazon over the weekend, because it was not part of my collection. I bet when I was a kid I couldn’t have cared less to read about grown up, married Laura, and yet now it’s one I’m very much looking forward to. Once I consume that one, I’m planning to read Pioneer Girl, the annotated autobiography of Laura Ingalls Wilder that came out this year, and The Wilder Life: My Adventures in the Lost World of Little House on the Prairie. And, next up, I may just have to make a pilgrimage to the Ingalls homestead in De Smet, South Dakota. Sorry not sorry.
This was probably my least favorite of the books, because, I guess, how are you going to make an endless winter where you barely leave your house all that interesting to read? It sounded horrible. But it’s also where we got to start falling in love with Almanzo, so…
Or, wherein we fall completely in love with Almanzo. Full post to come. (Mr. Darcy ain’t got nothin’ on him.)
I read a few non-Little House books, too.
Not as good as Fangirl but I LOVED getting to read Baz and Simon’s love story. Yay. It was so meta–Harry Potter fan fiction that was a novel from within another novel about fan fiction. Read it if you loved Fangirl.
Also not as good, to me, as Me Before You, the book this one is a sequel of. But again, I enjoyed getting to read more of the main characters’ stories. Me Before You was just so perfectly romantic and heartbreaking that it was a tough act to follow.
I sort of forgot I read this one at all until I looked back at Goodreads, which is not a rousing recommendation. It was an engrossing enough YA read, but it won’t go down on any of my favorites lists.
I enjoyed this one. I haven’t read any of Murakami’s novels, and I’m not sure if that would have made me enjoy this peek inside his mind more or less. It did sort of inspire me to go running. I impulse bought a paperback copy of this one at Book Man, Book Woman in Nashville, and the clerk got really excited when I asked about it.
“Are you a writer?! Are you a runner?!”
To which I answered, “Yes, and kind of.” He hadn’t read the book but had heard good things about it and was assuming I would like it if I were both of those things. And I think he was right.
I’m at 62 books and hoping to hit 75 by the end of this year, which is doable at this rate! It’s kind of fun to see that paying more attention to my reading has helped me up my number from in the 30s the past couple of years. We each make time for what matters to us!
