This month my goal was to read few authors from my TBR list who always make me feel a tad guilty that I haven’t read them yet and whatever other books caught my fancy. Without intending to do this, I selected all-female authors, which felt especially right after the results of the election. Ultimately, it became a celebration of women who give voice to a group who is still sadly considered less-than by some, but never by these ladies.
July was killer. I turned another year older, which some moments made me snarl like a crazy woman. It was also killer hot in LA, which made me irritable. So basically I was a crazy old lady but I had good company with all the crazy killers in the books I read last month. Honestly, when I put together this month’s recap, every single book involved murder. Ummmm … I’m not sure what that says about me. But maybe, just maybe, people ought to think twice before they annoy me. Just kidding. Sort of.
May was a strange reading month for me. Every book was good but no book was truly exceptional. The kind that makes you race to your computer or phone to sing its praises on Twitter. Every new book, I thought this would be the one … the one I loved this month. But alas, just as my dream to be taller than 5 feet without wearing shoes has never come to pass, neither did my quest to find a book I love this month. The good news? There is always a new month and new books on the horizon.
It’s the first Thursday of March (how can that be true?), so it’s time for another review of the books I loved, liked and loathed. The good news is that February was a very good reading month for me with no book earning the dreaded “loathe” honor. This makes me very happy because bad books are painful. What made me less happy was that I forgot how much our “mood” dictates what we feel like reading. Or at least it does for me.