Taking it Slow — April in Review

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Book covers for Fruiting Bodies by Kathryn Harlan (top tier); Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong and The Hurting Kind by Ada Limon (second tier); Babel by R.F. Kuang, Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, and A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver (bottom tier).

Hi friends,

How is it May already! 2023 feels like it simultaneously just started and has also hit like a ton of bricks.

April was a really busy month, and when things get busy, I find myself constantly thinking “I should be doing/reading/thinking something else right now.” I become overly aware of the limited free hours I have in my week and whether or not I’m using them well. This month, I considered not finishing a book I’d started for the first time in a long time. I walked out of a three-hour movie two hours in. I compared my nightstand TBR pile against my overbooked planner and quietly despaired.

I have a lot of high hopes for my equally busy May, but the biggest one is to try and slow down the calm moments I do have when I have them, without thinking about whether I should be somewhere else. I’m not totally sure where I’m going to find these moments, but I’ll be looking, and I’ll have a book ready for when I do.

Speaking of books, let’s get to it! Also, if you’d prefer to read this post in newsletter form, make sure you’re subscribed here:


The Foundation:

Book covers for Babel by R.F. Kuang, Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, and A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver

Babel: An Arcane History — R.F. Kuang

Starting with a hot take, but this was my most disappointing read of the year so far. It had so many of my favorite things: history, magic, etymology, Oxford University. In theory, I should have adored all 500+ pages of this book, but I found it so boring! The premise of this fantastical alternate history is that silver bars engraved with translated words function as magic batteries that are powering the Industrial Revolution. Only those fluent in the languages can create the magic, so the story follows a cohort of translation students at Oxford, mostly people of color who were removed from their home countries at a young age and groomed for a career in service to the British Empire. As a result, much of the book grapples with their fraught identities and the moral question of forced loyalty to their colonizer. These issues are valid and important, and the perspectives of people of color from colonized countries are definitely underrepresented in historical fiction, but ultimately, I was underwhelmed by this book and did not think it lived up to the hype.

Hell Bent — Leigh Bardugo

I have a theory that if anyone is going to write another epic fantasy series that has a cultural impact on par with Harry Potter/Game of Thrones, it’s going to be Leigh Bardugo. She’s exceptionally talented, has a track record of appealing to both YA and adult audiences, and is now contractually obligated to churn out a bunch more books. This series, though, is not necessarily going to be it. Hell Bent is the sequel to Ninth House, in which Alex Stern, a girl with the power to see ghosts, is brought to Yale to join a magical secret society. During her freshman year, her mentor gets trapped in Hell during a ritual gone wrong, and most of Hell Bent is spent trying to bring him back. While Alex’s Yale felt more richly three-dimensional than Babel’s Oxford, I didn’t love how much of this already long book felt like a dragging wild goose chase. 0 for 2 on dark academia books this month, sadly.

A Poetry Handbook — Mary Oliver

What did we do to deserve Mary Oliver! If you didn’t know, April was National Poetry Month, and a few friends and I challenged each other to write a poem every day in celebration. Those poems will not be seeing the light of day anytime soon, but I had fun and I especially enjoyed learning about poetry through Mary Oliver’s eyes: pulling famous poems apart line by line, sound by sound, and examining their inner workings to see how and why they are so effective. I came away with a deep respect (and more than a little intimidation) for the craft of poetry, and I would highly recommend this handbook to writers of all kinds.


Solid Supports:

Book covers for Time is a Mother by Ocean Vuong and The Hurting Kind by Ada Limon

Time Is a Mother — Ocean Vuong

This was a poetry collection that I read on paper (Kindle) instead of listening to, which is such a different experience. I do still want to return to this collection on audio because I love hearing poets read their own poems, but seeing them on the page gives one a deeper appreciation for form that gets lost when you’re just listening. Vuong plays with form often in his poems, using their shape as a way to balance and explore the shifting shape of his own identity: as a queer man, a war refugee, a partner, a poet, and in the wake of his mother’s death, a son. His grief is the driving force of this collection—one of my favorite poems is merely a list of everything his mother ordered from Amazon in the last year of her life—and it completely colors the way Vuong approaches memory and the present moment, and how love connects the two. If you liked Vuong’s novel On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, you’ll love this collection (and vice versa).

The Hurting Kind — Ada Limón

This is the most recent collection from national treasure/Poet Laureate, Ada Limón, which I listened to while doing laundry and getting pooped on by a bird. Many of the poems are grounded in a sense of wonder and connection with the natural world, but they also examine her childhood and her family history and offer touching tributes to her late grandparents. The collection is also underscored by the universal feelings of loss and loneliness which have come to characterize so much of the art created during the pandemic. In the titular poem, a sweeping generational rumination on family and the small details of lives past that are remembered by loved ones, Limón writes, “I have always been too sensitive, a weeper / from a long line of weepers. / I am the hurting kind.” This confession is woven throughout the collection; Limón’s pain comes from feeling too much: deeply, openly, and without reservation. May we all be so brave as to wear our hearts on our leaves.


THE TIPPY TOP:

Book cover for Fruiting Bodies by Kathryn Harlan

Fruiting Bodies — Kathryn Harlan

This story collection finally pulled me out of the slump that reading two 500+ pagers back to back with little enthusiasm had put me in. I needed a story collection because I needed worlds that I could dip in and out of with minimal effort and maximum satisfaction, and Fruiting Bodies certainly delivered. The stories defy clear-cut genres, blurring the lines between the expected and the fantastical, where even the ones that feel firmly grounded in reality are tinged with a sense of otherworldliness. In the titular story, a woman cooks with mushrooms clipped from her lover’s body. In another, a woman is subjected to visitations from different versions of her past self. In my favorite, a woman plays a high-stakes card game with the fair folk for research purposes, gambling everything from memories to body parts.

You may have noticed a pattern here, which is that all of the stories center women, most of them queer. The few male characters often feel like an imposition at worst and a nuisance at best, an inconvenience to solve and move on from. In their absence, women of all ages and desires are able to explore their identities and their relationships inside increasingly unstable worlds. The presence of magic—or at least a suspension of disbelief—throughout this collection aligns these stories with a rich tradition of mythology and folklore transposed for the present day, infused with temptation, intrigue, and divine femininity. I have not been able to stop thinking about these stories.


That’s April wrapped! If you’d like to chat some more about any of these books, my inbox/comments/DMs etc. are always open. Here’s hoping for less chaos and more quiet in May (a girl can dream).

Until next time, happy reading!
❤ Catherine

Voices in Our Heads — March in Review

Get in, reader, we’re going shopping.

Pyramid of book covers with homie by danez smith on top; dyscalculia by camonghne felix and happy all the time by laurie colwin on the second row; poem's to eat by takuboku, american estrangement by said sayrafiezadeh, and people we meet on vacation by emily henry in the third row; we had to remove this post by hanna bervoets, the netflix poster for shadow and bone, a modern mephistopheles by louisa may alcott, and the movie poster for a quiet girl on the bottom row

Hey friends,

This newsletter is a little late in coming for two reasons: one, because I make the rules and I’ve been traveling, and two: I’ve been working on incorporating something new into these newsletters that I’m really excited to share!

First, I want to say how much I love it when one of you tells me you bought a book that I recommended here. It makes me feel so good inside! I love that you’re reading and supporting authors with me! The one thing I don’t love supporting is Amazon, because IMO, independent bookstores are infinitely more worth giving your money to than Schmeff Schmezos.

So starting this month, all of the books I talk about in this newsletter (and all the previous ones!) will be linked to my Bookshop storefront, where you can buy the book directly from a local bookstore of your choosing! Also, as an affiliate, I receive 10% of each sale, which you can think of as a little recommendation tip jar. I’ll never make this newsletter paid, so if you want to support me, consider buying a book! Then you have my undying gratitude plus a book, which is a pretty sweet deal.

Okay, that took up all my intro space. How have you been? Have you been good? I’ve been good. March was good to me and good for the books, so let’s get into it.


Honorable Mention:

We Had to Remove This Post — Hanna Bervoets

Translated from the Dutch, this book fits right into the genre of “mentally ill girls decidedly not thriving in absurd situations” novels that I somehow always seem to be reading. The narrator works for an unnamed social media company as a content moderator, tasked with the truly horrendous job of reviewing flagged content and deciding what gets to stay up. It’s as sinister as you can imagine, and the story escalates when the narrator starts a relationship with one of the other women on her team. Unrelated (or is it?): I took Twitter off my phone this month and I do not miss it!

Shadow and Bone — Netflix/Leigh Bardugo

I finally started a new knitting project (socks) and got to work with Season 2 of Shadow and Bone on in the background. Based on Leigh Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone book trilogy and her Six of Crows duology, it’s set in the fantastical Grishaverse where a select group of people with magical abilities (Grisha) must fight a lethal, encroaching darkness called The Fold. It was just the kind of escapism I was looking for: a fantasy world where everyone is attractive and there’s just enough real danger that the hero’s ultimate triumph feels earned. I enjoyed the Crows’ storyline much more than Alina’s (Ben Barnes as the Darkling being the one exception) and hope they get greenlit for all the ragtag heist spinoffs their hearts desire.

A Modern Mephistopheles — Louisa May Alcott

I found this strange little volume at the BPL’s winter book sale and did a double take because surely this was not the same Louisa May Alcott of Little Women fame?? Indeed it is! Apparently, after Alcott had made enough money writing her famous moral novels, she started experimenting with darker tales such as this “modern” take on Faust, featuring a young poet willing to give up his freedom for fame. Gothic, romantic, and a little campy, I can see how this never became a classic to the same level as Alcott’s more famous work, but fun nonetheless to see an author explore other parts of their talent.

The Quiet Girl

Phillip has been on a months-long campaign to get me to cry at a movie, and when he wasn’t expecting it, it finally happened!. The film is almost completely in Irish and is adapted from Claire Keegan’s story Foster, which I first read in a castle in Ireland (truly!). It’s the story of a young girl who goes to stay with older, childless relatives while her mother has a new baby. Under their care, the girl blossoms, oblivious to the heaviness of a tragic secret that still lingers in the house. I loved the gentleness of this movie, how it soothed with its soft, sunny tones and birdsong, evoking the feeling of contentment one feels coming home after a long day spent outside, knowing you’ll sleep soundly because you are loved.


The Foundation:

Book covers for Poems to Eat by Takuboku, American Estrangement by Said Sayrafiezadeh, and People We Meet on Vacation by Emily Henry

Poems to Eat — Takuboku

A dear old friend recommended these poems to me from the other side of the world (hi Nina!), so I was delighted to find that my library had an absolutely gorgeous copy on reserve, complete with stunning woodcut prints interspersed between the pages. Written in the traditional Japanese tanka style, these collected poems touch on everything from work and love to sickness, ennui, and a nostalgic longing for other lives. Considered one of the first modern Japanese poets, Takuboku completed most of his work in the early 1900s before dying of tuberculosis in 1912 at the age of 26. Sadly, this book is not available on Bookshop, so I’ll use this opportunity to again champion my favorite library app: Libby!

American Estrangement — Saïd Sayrafiezadeh

Some friends and I were thinking lately about who the greatest living/active short story writers of our time are, which made me realize how woefully not well-versed I am in modern short fiction. American Estrangement was one of my first steps toward remedying this predicament, and what I enjoyed most about the America of Sayrafiezadeh’s stories was that there was always something foreign about the mundane and something familiar in the strange. The stories range from speculative to introspective, exploring families, relationships, desires, and shames with humor and a fair, if sometimes harsh, sense of clarity. I read a lot of contemporary fiction, but this portrait of our country felt of the moment in a way that feels true and timely, and rare.

People We Meet on Vacation — Emily Henry

I’ve been saving Emily Henry for myself because I knew I’d love her and her books would feel like a treat for my tired brain. People We Meet on Vacation is a millennial spin on When Harry Met Sally, following two college best friends over a decade of sharing special summer trips and staunchly refusing to fall in love with each other—or at least admit it—for as long as possible. Poppy and Alex are charming, witty, colorful, and loveable people whose relationship you want to root for, but also, their mutual yearning is so addictive I wanted to stretch it out as long as possible. (It was Pisces season, okay? Give me a break.)


Solid Supports:

Book covers for Dyscalculia by Camonghne Felix and Happy All the Time by Laurie Colwin

Dyscalculia: A Love Story of Epic Miscalculation — Camonghne Felix

This was a beautifully short audiobook that I listened to over the course of a few lunch breaks, and which reaffirmed my love for listening to writers read their own work. A deeply personal memoir, Felix herself narrates the story of her childhood trauma and the ways in which that trauma shaped her mental chemistry and her ability to love and experience love. Using dyscalculia (the term for a math-specific learning disability) as a metaphor for her difficulties in processing and navigating the rest of her life, Felix’s story is vulnerable, raw, and exceptionally brave. She also has a gorgeous reading voice, which combined with her lyrical writing style turns her trauma into poetry, taking the pain of loving and living and transforming it into something devastatingly beautiful.

Happy All the Time — Laurie Colwin

This recommendation came from my adoptive literary godmother, Jami Attenberg, and her wonderful newsletter, Craft Talk. Jami described this book as “a perfect scoop of ice cream with some chocolate sauce served in a vintage sterling silver dessert bowl,” and honestly, I can’t really top that. Happy All the Time is about two men who are cousins and best friends who fall in love with two vastly different women in New York City. Published in 1978, the book evokes a bygone era of Manhattan that feels golden and hazy around the edges (although that’s probably just the cigarette smoke). The characters were quirky and strange but not in ways that we wouldn’t still recognize in ourselves today, and most importantly, they loved and cared for each other even when they didn’t fully understand each other. If this book is ice cream, then it should be a magic kind that melts only as quickly as you want it to and can last you a whole rainy weekend, as necessary.


THE TIPPY TOP:

Book cover for Homie by Danez Smith

Homie — Danez Smith

For a long time, I was really insecure about my ability to competently discuss poetry because I never formally studied it in school and I don’t read or write it as often as I do prose. Listening to Smith read their own poems during my first week commuting to my new job reminded me that the purpose of poetry is not to analyze, but to experience. Smith’s poems are positively bursting with life and love: love for life, love for their friends, and love in a world that makes loving difficult but so immensely worth doing anyway. They are in turns intimate and informal, funny and solemn, joyous, earnest, and as an exploration of Black queer identity, unabashedly proud. The poems are also deeply rooted in the loss of one of Smith’s best friends, whose presence and absence is a recurring theme throughout this collection.

As a straight white listener, I was very aware that these poems were not explicitly written for me, and that their reclamation of derogatory language and their proud refutation of shame as a Black queer person speaks to an experience and a power that will never be mine. For this reason, I especially recommend listening to these poems if you can, not only because Smith’s reading voice is truly a gift, but also because in being a listener, we silence our own internal monologues and cede the agency of our reading experience back to the speaker. Listening allows Smith the opportunity to invite us into their world on their own terms, in their own words, and to share their experiences in the most authentic way. As a collection, Homie is one big love letter to community, and to vicariously experience that community through Smith’s fierce love—even if only for a couple of hours—is a privilege.


And that was March! Thanks for reading, and thanks especially for your patience as I got everything set up with the new Bookshop stuff. I promise April’s recap will be on time.

In the meantime, feel free to let me know what you’re reading, what you’re thinking, what you’re loving. I’m always around to chat.

Until next time, happy reading!
❤ Catherine

What Else is New? — February in Review

pyramid of book covers with Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin on top, Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress and Red at the Bone by Jacqueline Woodson below, and All This Could Be Different by Sarah Thankam Mathews, The Guest Lecture by Martin Riker, and The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan on the bottom.

Hi friends,

There’s been a lot of newness in my life since I wrote you last, jam-packed into the shortest month of the year. I traveled to a new city I’d never visited before, I accepted a new job, and this past week, I turned a new age! All of the books I read in February were also relatively new: all six were published within the last ten years, and four of those were published within the past eight months.

I was about to say this is unusual for me, but in looking back over my past few newsletters, I realized my reading has been skewing pretty heavily contemporary recently. By the end of the month, I was definitely feeling a little burned out on “millennial literature,” which sounds painfully millennial of me but is, unfortunately, true.

Writing these newsletters has made me more aware of my big-picture reading habits, especially since a bunch of you have told me that you’ve gone on to read some of the books I’ve talked about here, which is very cool! I love hearing this! But it also turns the pressure on for me to make sure I’m reading widely enough that each newsletter has enough variety in it to potentially interest a broad range of other readers. This is, of course, making me a better reader as well, even if it means that the stack of contemporary novels about anxious white girls I currently have checked out from the library has to wait their turn.

All this is to say I will definitely be mixing things up more in March, but for now, onto the books! February was a short month and frankly, I had a lot going on, so no bonus tier this month. However, if you don’t care much about the bonus tier anyway and wish there was a more convenient way to read these posts, might I suggest subscribing to my Substack?


The Foundation:

Book covers for All This Could Be Different by Sarah Thankam Mathews, The Guest Lecture by Martin Riker, and The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan.

All This Could Be Different — Sarah Thankam Mathews

Another new experience for me: I think this is the first book I’ve ever read set in Milwaukee! Come to think of it, it might be the only book set in Wisconsin that I can think of having read, other than Ellen Raskin’s iconic The Westing Game. All This Could Be Different follows the errant escapades of its narrator, Sneha, a recent college grad turned change management consultant and self-professed wannabe slut. Sneha struggles under the weight of conflicting desires and identities as a young, queer immigrant trying to build a life for herself under the thumb of the 2008 recession, but her ultimate success is in the chosen family she creates for herself. A combination of old college friends, new Milwaukee connections, and romantic prospects of varying success is the true heart of this novel, steadfastly weathering each of Sneha’s inevitable meltdowns with saintly patience and generosity until she is able to redefine for herself what it means to feel at home.

The Guest Lecture — Martin Riker

Marty happens to be another former professor of mine, so it was a treat to hear him speak about his new novel at the Center For Fiction soon after its publication. Taking place over the course of one night, the book’s events never leave the mind of its insomniac protagonist, Abby, but what it lacks in plot it makes up for in mental movement. Abby is an economics professor who has been invited to give a talk on John Maynard Keynes the following day, despite her recent failure to receive tenure. Unable to sleep, she moves through the mind palace of her home to rehearse her speech, with imaginary Keynes himself in tow as a kind of mnemonic mentor. Without moving a muscle, we follow Abby and Keynes down the rabbit hole of her all-too-conscious mind, often getting lost in the kind of painful remembrances and existential crises that only seem to arise in the dark hours of the night, and ultimately re-emerge with relief and gratitude for the redemptive promise of a new day.

The Blood of Olympus — Rick Riordan

Real ones (consistent readers of the bonus tier) know that I’ve been slowly making my way through the Percy Jackson novels on audiobook since last summer. The Heroes of Olympus is the first of two spin-off series, which introduces a whole new cast of demi-god characters to join up with the original crew as they face their biggest threat yet: the terrible re-awakening of a vengeful Gaea, who seeks to overthrow the gods and restore total power for herself. The Blood of Olympus was the fifth and final book in this series, and what I loved most about it was getting to watch each of the characters grow up and into their own strength over the course of the five novels. I’m so delighted Mr. Riordan keeps churning these novels out because I will absolutely keep listening to them (even when they change narrators on me halfway through the series, which should be a jailable offense).


Solid Supports:

Book covers for Sirens & Muses by Antonia Angress and Red at the Bone by Jacqueline Woodson.

Sirens & Muses — Antonia Angress

Sirens & Muses features three of the things I love reading about most: college, art, and deliciously messy relationships. The novel alternates between the perspective of four artists—Louisa and Karina, random roommates and talented painters from vastly different economic backgrounds who become irrepressibly drawn to each other; Robert, a visiting professor of waning career success; and Preston, a douchey art bro chasing fame and notoriety. Each story is told with an equally rich sense of interiority, and the unique portrayals of each artist’s approaches to creation, innovation, and success amid 2011’s economic uncertainty were some of the book’s strongest points. Writing about art is something I simply don’t have the vocabulary for, which makes it all the more impressive when Angress does it in lush, evocative prose that contextualizes the tableau of her characters and their flaws within the instability of a world where definitions of wealth, culture, class, and success can change overnight.

Red at the Bone — Jacqueline Woodson

This book gave me goosebumps more than once while reading, and gave me more goosebumps now just from thinking about what I want to say about it. It’s the story of a Black family in Brooklyn told in turns from the perspective of a daughter, mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather as they celebrate the coming-of-age ceremony of sixteen-year-old Melody. Each chapter reveals a layer of family history, going back to ancestors who lived through the Tulsa massacre, Melody’s unplanned birth to her teenage parents in the 1980s, and Melody’s entry into adulthood as she debuts to an instrumental Prince track in 2001, never expecting that her world will be completely upended in a few months’ time. The depth and brevity with which each chapter opens and closes a window into a time, place, and moment in life so integral to each character’s personhood yet so preciously finite was brilliant and moving, examining questions of family, history, and identity through the most fraught and unfaltering of lenses: love.


THE TIPPY TOP:

Book cover of Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow — Gabrielle Zevin

My expectations for this book were high, considering everybody and their mother seemed to have a hold on it at the BPL, and everyone I knew who had been lucky enough to get their hands on it had sung its praises. Reader, it did not disappoint.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow is about two childhood friends, Sadie and Sam, who grow up playing video games together and reconnect in college to start developing games themselves. As the company they form with Sam’s college roommate catapults them into success, the book follows the way that success changes the nature of their friendship and creative partnership. You don’t have to know anything about video games to feel immersed in this book, because Zevin makes the experience of each game and the making of it feel so real and vivid that it becomes another extension of the characters’ lives: richly populated, painfully vulnerable, and brimming with potential.

Right after I finished, I met some readers who had lukewarm reactions to the book (although they struck me as people who enjoy disliking popular things). Their qualm was that they preferred the more YA-esque early chapters of the book to the tumultuous later chapters, but the mess of the latter was exactly what I loved. In spanning more than a decade of these characters’ lives, it showed an authentic portrayal of growth in early adulthood—both within yourself and between you and the people you love the most. I liked that Sam and Sadie butted heads over making games that felt true to them as individuals and as artists, and I appreciated that they took time apart from each other to find fulfillment of their own. Even people who seem fated to forever be part of each others’ lives can have seasons of closeness and distance. What’s beautiful is the underlying constant of friendship, built on shared understanding and experience, that promises no matter what, no matter when, a part of me will always belong to you.


Thanks as always for reading! If you’re on the fence about subscribing to my Substack, consider the fact that you’ve made it this far a sign for you to do so:

And of course, please feel free to send any recommendations or reactions my way! The inbox and comments section are always open, and I always love to chat.

Until next time, happy reading!
❤ Catherine

From Me to You: January in Review

A pyramid of book covers comprised of all the books mentioned in this newsletter: The Sentence on top; Margaret the First and Assembly second row; Literally Show Me a Healthy Person, Killers of the Flower Moon, and Deacon King Kong in the third row; and The House of Hades, the cover of the film Women Talking, the cover of the show Abbott Elementary, and the cover of the film The Neverending Story on the bottom row.

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Hey friends,

In putting together the books that I finished in January, I realized that all but one had been recommended to me by someone who I trust to generally have good taste. The one exception was vicariously recommended to me by a character in another book, which I guess kind of counts, too.

I’ve always thought that books, like people, tend to come into your life when they do for a reason. In my head, the universe has a book distribution system similar to TikTok’s cat distribution system: someone leaves a book on their stoop just before you happen to pass by; that book you forgot you placed on hold finally arrives at your local library; a friend eagerly presses their most recent read into your hands because they just have to talk about it with someone else.

When I was in high school, I took piano lessons in a gorgeous studio in the Fine Arts Building on Michigan Avenue in downtown Chicago. On one wall, my teacher had fashioned a makeshift lineage of piano teachers out of a set of window blinds, with each teacher’s name written on one slat, leading from someone absurdly famous (Bach, maybe? I forget) down through history to her name. Her students could therefore trace the lineage of our piano education all the way back in time to one of the great masters of the instrument.

Sometimes I like to think about the lineage of book recommendations in a similar way. If you traced out all the readers that a book went through first before it got to you, depending on how long that book has been around, then you might have a pretty impressive pedigree of readership on your hands. Or, if it’s a newer book, you could be the person to make sure it gets passed on to the next round of readers who need it the most, at a time that’s just right for them.

I like thinking that this series plays a small part in the facilitation of that lineage. So from me to you, here are some of the books I read this month that I’d like to pass on.


THE TOP:

Book cover for The Sentence by Louise Erdrich.

The Sentence — Louise Erdrich

Recommended by: Phillip

This was the first book I started and finished in 2023, which set the bar high. The Sentence takes two sharp turns: the first comes soon after the first chapter, in which the protagonist, Tookie, makes a decision that haunts her throughout the rest of the book. After Sharp Turn #1, Tookie settles down as a bookseller at a Native bookstore in Minneapolis, where the ghosts of her past are soon joined by the persistent ghost of her most annoying, recently departed customer.

Sharp Turn #2 happens—painfully predictably—in March of 2020. I don’t know that I was ready to read a pandemic book yet, to watch the characters go through the same stages of confusion, fear, and devastation that still feel all too recent. Compounded with being people of color in Minneapolis in the wake of George Floyd’s murder, the book’s inhabitants are forced to reckon with not just their own personal ghosts, but with the ghosts of an entire city and country, of all the tormented history our world operates above every day.

Tookie is one of my favorite characters I’ve read in a long time. I love the way her body serves as an awkward yet formidable set of armor between her and the rest of the world. I love her insatiable craving not just for books and their stories, but for the very words that compose them, and the eagerness with which she desires to share this passion with other people. Although she grapples with the idea of motherhood and her own perceived limitations, I love that Tookie spends the whole book trying her hardest to care for the people in her life in her own way. This commitment, even through the darkest, most isolating times and through the chaos of upheaval, makes all the difference—to the living, and the dead.


Solid Supports:

Book covers for Margaret the First by Danielle Dutton and Assembly by Natasha Brown.

Margaret the First — Danielle Dutton

Recommended by: Zoë

Brilliant, ridiculous, genius, and mad are all words ascribed to Margaret Cavendish throughout her journey to literary infamy. A noblewoman philosopher, Margaret shattered 17th-century social norms by ambitiously publishing under her own name, though the circumstances of her sex and time precluded her from ever reaching her full potential. In A Room of One’s Own—the work that led the author (my former major advisor!) to her subject—Virginia Woolf laments Margaret’s neglected talents as “a vision of loneliness and riot,” and this novel’s evocative, wistful lyricism certainly brings that vision to life. Combined with Margaret’s own staunch determination to be discussed and remembered, Margaret the First paints a fascinating portrait of one of literature’s most eccentric foremothers.

Assembly — Natasha Brown

Recommended by: Megan

At just over a hundred pages, this deceptively slight book is a richly nuanced introspection on race, class, and empire. It spans approximately 48 hours in the life of a young, successful Black British woman as she contemplates a life-or-death health decision. In struggling with this decision, the narrator draws astute and unapologetic attention to the ongoing physical and mental costs of her life in a predominantly white, male, and imperialist workplace and country. As its narrator questions the value of remaining in a state of constant battle when the only reward is the opportunity to keep fighting, Assembly asks whether the most radical act of activism is not perseverance, but withdrawal. Brown’s prose is clean, cutting, and carefully balanced; no single word is superfluous, and each one carries the weight of centuries of conflict. I recommend reading this in one sitting.


The Foundation:

Book covers for Literally Show Me a Healthy Person by Darcie Wilder, Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann, and Deacon King Kong by James McBride.

Literally Show Me a Healthy Person — Darcie Wilder

Recommended by: Rachel

This is a fever dream of a book that reads like the Twitter thread of someone fast approaching, if not already in the midst of, a mental breakdown. It’s a stream-of-consciousness monologue about a young woman trying to process grief while also attempting through painful trial and error to be a functional adult. I read it in one sitting on a Monday morning before work and it made my brain feel like it does when I ignore my social media limits too many times in one day: slightly disoriented, inexplicably anxious, and ultimately suppressing the addict’s urge to go back for just a little bit more.

Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI — David Grann

Recommended by: Kate

Killers of the Flower Moon is a true crime story that is shocking on multiple levels: the horrors of its events, its relative recency, and the near-silence of mainstream history about these devastating cruelties. It chronicles the murders of several members of the Osage tribe in the early 1920s, when their oil riches made them vulnerable targets to white neighbors who believed themselves above the law. Journalist David Grann dives deep into a web of secrets and sinister deceit to bring these murders, once largely forgotten, back into the public eye and reveal layers of evil that not even the nascent FBI could fully comprehend at the time. This story has also been adapted into a movie by Martin Scorcese which will be out in May, so expect to hear much more about it very soon.

Deacon King Kong — James McBride

Recommended by: Tookie

This is the book recommendation I borrowed from another book, which was The Sentence! In The Sentence, Tookie recommends Deacon King Kong to a notoriously tough customer, whose uncharacteristically effusive praise made me curious about the book I’d picked up off a stoop a few months prior. Set in a housing project in south Brooklyn in 1969, Deacon King Kong follows the tumultuous chain of events set off when its elderly titular character inexplicably shoots the project’s most powerful drug dealer in broad daylight. I loved it for the same reasons as the difficult customer: for its vibrant community of larger-than-life characters, its wisdom and clever heart, and for the frequent comical mishaps that get an old drunk mixed up with drug dealers, the Italian mafia, and ancient spoils of war. This book just feels alive in all the right ways.


Honorable Mention:

Book cover for The House of Hades by Rick Riordan, film poster for Women Talking, TV poster for Abbott Elementary, and film poster for The Neverending Story.

The House of Hades — Rick Riordan

Recommended by: Nikhil

Between the holidays and having my holds lapse twice before I could renew them in time, it took me over a month to get through the fourth audiobook in The Heroes of Olympus series. This is regrettable because it made it hard to mentally distinguish between the events of this book and those of the ones before it, but with our pals safely out of Tartarus now, I’m looking forward to finally finishing Book 5 (the last of the series!) in a more timely manner.

Women Talking — Sarah Polley

Adapted from Miriam Toews’ 2018 book by the same name and inspired by true events, Women Talking is about a group of Mennonite women who have been repeatedly sexually assaulted by the men in their colony and must now choose how to respond to the arrest of their perpetrators. As the title suggests, most of the film is taken up by the women’s deliberations on whether to do nothing, stay and fight the men, or leave the colony. These conversations are raw, thought-provoking, and strangely literary, feeling at times as though they might have been better suited for the stage. While sexual assault is the main subject of the movie, there is no on-screen violence, and the survivors’ trauma is handled with the kind of tact and compassion you’d expect from such a talented cast of women.

Abbott Elementary — Quinta Brunson

This show deserves every award because it is so authentically clever and funny and heartfelt in a way that feels rare and special for a sitcom these days. I finally got caught up over the past couple of weeks and found it the perfect show to knit and giggle through on a lazy weekend night in. It reminds me of Derry Girls in that I always genuinely laugh at least once per episode, and there’s always a touching moment of true kindness that just makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

The Neverending Story — Wolfgang Petersen

The Nitehawk Cinema in Brooklyn does “nostalgia movies” on the weekend, which was the perfect environment for my first viewing of this charming, escapist classic about the power of story. I smiled through just about the whole movie because it made me remember the thrill of being a kid and staying up late to escape into far more fantastical worlds than ours. It was an absolutely lovely way to spend a Saturday.


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Until next time, happy reading!
❤ Catherine

Fantasies and Failures: December in Review

Housekeeping note: this intro is longer than usual! If you want to skip my New Year’s crisis and scroll ahead to the books, I won’t be offended.


Friends, I have a confession to make: I failed to reach my 2022 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal. I finished only 69 books out of the 70 that I intended to read.

Now, I know what you’re thinking — either “lol, nice,” or “wait, that’s still a ton of books?”

Which is true! 69 is a comically huge number of books. I am very aware that most people are pleased with reading even a fraction of that in a year, and they should be! Reading any amount in a world with so many other demands and distractions fighting for our attention is an accomplishment. So why am I taking coming one book short so hard?

I’m not a good loser (ask Phillip or any member of my family), even when I’m just playing against myself. I’d been looking forward to my completed Goodreads goal being a tiny win at the end of a long, hard year of good intentions, unmet goals, and color-coded spreadsheets that saw only red highlights. So when my Kindle reported I had an hour and twelve minutes left in my 70th book at approximately 11:24 PM on New Year’s Eve, I decided—with a melodramatically heavy heart—to just go to sleep.

That hour and twelve minutes haunted me on New Year’s Day, as I thought back over the past days spent traveling and spending precious time with friends and family. Even though I hadn’t had more than 30 minutes of uninterrupted time to myself in almost two weeks, shouldn’t I have been able to carve out 72 more minutes somewhere? All I did in 2022 was read, and yet, I couldn’t even “win” at reading.

I recognize that this thinking is absurd, and also that this is getting long. Reading isn’t a competitive sport, and hitting an arbitrary goal is just…not at all the point of reading.

I read because it brings me peace and comfort, because it helps me get out of my head and into the minds of people I’ll never know, in places I’ll never see, and because it will forever be my ideal way to start and end the day. Also, my original goal was actually 50 books and I blew through that in September, so it is simply time to get over myself.

In 2022, I read a whole lot and I wrote a whole lot, and that has to be enough. In 2023, my only real goals are to do more of the same, to keep putting myself and my words out there and see what comes of it.

Thanks for indulging me in this little end-of-the-year wallow. If you enjoyed the wallow, feel free to subscribe to my newsletter on Substack and get rants like these directly to your inbox!

Usually, the blog version of this newsletter has an extra bonus tier of whatever books didn’t fit in the newsletter or other media I’m enjoying. No bonus tier this month because I’m tired, but go watch Guillermo del Toro’s new Pinnochio adaptation on Netflix. Bring tissues.

Now, let’s officially put 2022 to rest and take a look at my last books of the year.


The Foundation:

Book covers for Still Life by Louise Penny; Dirtbag, Massachusetts: A Confessional by Isaac Fitzgerald; Nimona by ND Stevenson.

Still Life — Louise Penny

I started off December still uncomfortably full from Thanksgiving and craving a cozy mystery, so I decided it was time to introduce myself to Louise Penny’s Inspector Gamache series. Totaling 19 books as of 2022, the series opens with Still Life, which tracks down a killer in small-town French Canada after the murder of a beloved former teacher and amateur painter. The writing definitely skewed cheesy, but the mystery had me fooled up until the very end. I’m sure this won’t be my last visit to Three Pines.

Dirtbag, Massachusetts: A Confessional — Isaac Fitzgerald

I can’t remember why I put this book on hold at the library because it’s not at all what I typically gravitate toward (non-fiction, overtly male). That said, Fitzgerald’s open honesty and wry, self-deprecating humor quickly won me over. This is an insightful and expansive memoir, covering the author’s experiences with everything from religion to porn acting as it follows his path from an abusive home to forming teenage fight clubs in rural Massachusetts, smuggling aid supplies over warzone borders in Southeast Asia, and finding a safe space tending seedy San Francisco bars. Ultimately, it’s a book about finding a sense of purpose and of home, and the journey is a wild motorcycle ride.

Nimona — ND Stevenson

Nimona is a delight, and I’m so glad I picked it up off a Brooklyn stoop even though it was missing the first few pages. This story began as an e-comic before being adapted into a full graphic novel that follows Nimona, a young shapeshifter with an unnerving penchant for violence, who offers her services as a sidekick to notorious villain Ballister Blackheart. Together, they seek revenge against the all-controlling Institution and its champion knight, Ambrosius Goldenloin, a former close friend-turned-enemy of Blackheart’s. The story’s silliness is a thin mask for its thoughtful exploration of queerness, othering, and identity, and its heartwarming found family arc is an added bonus. Soon to be a Netflix movie in 2023!

Solid Supports:

Book covers for Matrix by Lauren Groff and Cain's Jawbone by Torquemada

Matrix — Lauren Groff

This book was recommended to me after I gushed about loving The Marriage Portrait in my last newsletter, so if you were waiting for a sign to send me more historical fiction recs, this is it! Matrix is about the life of Marie, a twelfth-century nun who becomes a powerful religious and political figure by using mystic visions to justify expanding and fortifying her abbey until it is almost entirely self-sufficient. I loved examining how an exclusively female institution could not just function but truly prosper in a time where opportunities for female power and authority were nearly nonexistent, and thought it also offered an interesting meditation on the different kinds of love and the distinction between goodness and greatness. Lauren Groff stans, don’t miss this one.

Cain’s Jawbone — Torquemada (E. Powys Mathers)

Okay, this might be cheating because even though I’ve read it through multiple times, I have not “finished” this book per se. (Actually, I just realized I could have counted this book as “read” and therefore reached my Goodreads goal, but I’ve already made peace with my failure and written a whole newsletter about it so let’s just move right along.) Described as “the brainchild of Agatha Christie and James Joyce,” this book is actually a murder mystery puzzle, where if you could put all 100 out-of-order pages back in order to identify the six victims and their killers by December 31st, 2022, the publishing company was offering cash prizes. However, that deadline has come and gone without me solving it, so I’m officially done gatekeeping this thing! I’m still committed to working on it throughout the winter, so if anyone wants to join me in this madness purely for the fun of it, let’s chat.

THE TIPPY TOP:

Book Cover for N.K. Jemisin's The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms — N.K. Jemisin

Something about the holidays always makes me crave escapist fantasy (what does that say about me?) and after looking back at my past few newsletters and realizing they were painfully white, I decided it was embarrassing that I hadn’t read any Jemisin yet. Her debut fantasy novel, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms, was the only book of hers immediately available from the library, so that’s what I took with me on my travels as my last book of the year. I’m also cheating a little here because I didn’t actually finish it in December—I finished it on a Florida beach on January 2nd—but it’s my newsletter and I make the rules!

The first book of the Inheritance trilogy, this story follows a young woman named Yeine, whose mother had been the heir of an elite ruling family of sun god worshipers—the Arameri—until she abandoned them for a man from the barbarian north. When Yeine’s mother is mysteriously killed, Yeine herself is recognized as a potential heir, and she must travel to the capital city of Sky to answer her grandfather’s summons, seek revenge for her mother, and help choose the next Arameri successor—a task she soon learns means certain death.

In Sky, Yeine discovers a magical, mazelike aerial palace where gods are held captive as prisoners of the last godly war, and socio-political status is marked by how much Arameri blood you share. When offered an alliance with the enslaved gods—including an enchantingly smoldering Nightlord—Yeine soon finds that she has a much larger role to play in the fate of the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms than just as a pawn in the politics of Sky.

The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms has just about every trope I love in every other major fantasy: Tolkien-esque lore and mythology, political intrigue to rival any Lannister, and a whirlwind celestial romance that makes the Grishaverse’s Darkling look like a measly punk. Most of all, I loved Yeine’s bravery and strength, her determination not to be dismissed based on differences of upbringing, blood, or skin color, and her resolve to never lose the softness and ability to love that prevents her from becoming a true Arameri.

According to Goodreads reviews, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms apparently isn’t the best place to start with N.K. Jemisin because her later work in The Broken Earth trilogy and beyond is that much better, but I personally love reading a writer’s work chronologically and seeing how they progress. Also, this was a damn strong place to start as a debut, so I’m extremely excited to read more of her books in the new year and will be recommending this one to all fantasy lovers from here on out.


I know this was a long one, so thanks for reading to the end! If you have any reading goals or recommendations for 2023 that you’d like to chat about, I’d love to hear them! Feel free to drop a comment right here on this post.

Until next time, happy reading!
❤ Catherine

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F*ck, Marry, Kill: November in Review

November was a blip, but I do feel like I managed to live multiple reading lifetimes in thirty days. I’m only five books away from my 2022 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal and I’m feeling pretty confident, but there’s also a high chance that I fall behind in the holiday turmoil and end up squeezing in a quick re-read of Jenny Offill’s Dept. of Speculation for the third year in a row. Honestly, I might do that regardless. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself. November’s not off the hook yet, and I’ve got six books to recap for you, all of which include themes relating to one of the three options in everyone’s favorite party game, F*ck, Marry, Kill (sorry for the swearing, Mom). There are also a couple of great short reads if you’re looking for help reaching your Goodreads goal, so let’s get into it.

Since I only read six books again, the exclusive-to-this-blog bonus tier features a few other non-books I’ve been watching, reading, and listening to this month. However, if you just want the books, sign up for my newsletter to receive just the top three tiers in your inbox every month!


The Top:

The Marriage Portrait — Maggie O’Farrell

This book is literary historical fiction at its finest. The Marriage Portrait captures the life of Lucrezia de’ Medici, daughter of Cosimo I de’ Medici, Duke of Tuscany, who was married at thirteen years old to Alfonso d’Este, Duke of Ferrara in 1558. O’Farrell’s narrative opens with Lucrezia at fifteen, just over a year into her marriage, convinced that her husband is planning to kill her.

Interwoven into the last days of Lucrezia’s life are vignettes chronicling her childhood in her father’s palazzo in Florence, from infancy in the kitchens to her education as a budding, talented artist, and her eventual betrothal and assumption of her late sister’s intended position as Duchess of Ferrara. These illustrious scenes are strategically balanced against the terror unfolding in Lucrezia’s present day, where removed from court to a remote fortress alone with her husband, she soon falls suspiciously ill.

While the author takes some liberties with dates, locations, and timing to better suit the narrative, she also borrows details from the Robert Browning poem My Last Duchess. Published in 1842, the poem is written from the perspective of the Duke of Ferrara and was inspired by the rumors of murder surrounding Lucrezia’s death.

I read the poem after finishing the novel and delighted in recognizing the small, historically inconsequential, but ultimately humanizing touches O’Farrell incorporated from the poem into her version of Lucrezia’s story. History may not have preserved many personal details about Lucrezia, but O’Farrell paints a striking portrait of a young woman with a fiery, untameable nature who yearns only to be mistress of herself, despite the role that both fate and her family would have her play.

The masterful ability to bring five-hundred-year-old historical figures back to life in vivid color is Maggie O’Farrell’s particular strength, as also proven by the success of her second most recent novel, Hamnet, about the death of William Shakespeare’s son, which won the Women’s Prize for Fiction in 2020. Both books are a testament to what I love most about reading historical fiction: they remind us that no matter our origins, statuses, or circumstances, humans have always been driven by the same essential and painfully familiar motives of love, lust, and death.

Solid Supports:

Little Secrets — Jennifer Hillier

Planning on spending a bunch of time on the couch while the people in your life watch football this month? This thriller will suck you in and quickly drown out all the yelling with its delicious twistiness. Little Secrets is about a grieving mother one year after the unsolved kidnapping of her child, who snaps when she learns her husband is having an affair. I don’t usually go for affair books, but this was fast-paced and just the right amount of juicy, which makes for the perfect lazy winter weekend read—especially if you need snapping out of a seasonal depression reading rut.

Small Things Like These — Claire Keegan

Wouldn’t be a Lit Chat if I didn’t throw in a little Irish lit, right? I read most of this novella on the Metra back to the suburbs after drag brunch, and then read it again when I was clear-headed enough to appreciate its quiet brilliance. It spans the days leading up to Christmas in 1985 Ireland, when a man delivering coal to one of the infamous Magdalen laundries makes an unsettling discovery he can’t ignore. At just under 70 pages, it’s worth taking your time with this powerful story and its nuanced layering of history, empathy, and hope. 

The Foundation:

Poison for Breakfast — Lemony Snicket

Yes, this is the same Lemony Snicket of A Series of Unfortunate Events fame and childhood nostalgia! The latest from this enigmatic author is a “true story” following a day in the life of our narrator, which begins with a note slipped under the door informing him: “You had poison for breakfast.” This bewildering little book offers whimsical meditations on philosophy, literature, art, and life, and at just under 160 pages is extremely readable in a day. 

Fleishman Is in Trouble — Taffy Brodesser-Akner

The targeted Twitter ads for the new FX adaptation of this book starring Jesse Eisenberg, Claire Danes, and Lizzy Caplan piqued my interest, and in a month where any excuse to leave Twitter was a good one, I took the hint. I thought this book was a smart and at times savagely funny social commentary, but I’m not exactly the target audience for a novel about a forty-year-old recently divorced doctor whose sexual re-awakening gets interrupted when his ex-wife dumps the kids on him and disappears. If that sounds up your alley, though, this is objectively an entertaining read.

A Deadly Education — Naomi Novik

Imagine if Hogwarts was very openly and actively trying to kill you, and you have the Scholomance: a school of magic filled not with eccentric teachers and quirky ghosts, but with hordes of student-eating monsters. I really enjoyed the voice of narrator Galadriel (aka El), a teenage witch with immense destructive power and a whip-smart sense of dry humor, which she wields in equal force as she battles her way through to the end of her junior year. This book is the first in a trilogy, which I definitely plan to revisit.

Honorable Mention:

The Great British Bake Off Netflix

Need it even be said? There are few shows that bring me more comfort or greater joy as the days grow darker than dear GBBO. I have spent the past three autumns happily knitting under a blanket while watching cute British people wage the politest battles of their lives against all kinds of culinary catastrophes, and I hope to spend many more years in the same fashion. Also, do not sleep on the Holiday version of GBBO, especially the episode from 2020 with the cast of Derry Girls.

Dance Fever Florence + the Machine

For some inexplicable reason, I’ve been craving the music I listened to in high school lately, and this feeling combined with the lingering inclination towards witchiness left over from October made Florence’s new album a logical solution. In turns joyous, haunting, reflective, and triumphant, it’s the perfect soundtrack for running around the block or dancing in your kitchen with soup on the stove.

The Crown Netflix

Like any good Anglophile, I was also glued to the new season of The Crown while I was home for Thanksgiving, which was both as scandalous as I had hoped (Dominic West is far too attractive to be playing Charles but not even he could make that call any less uncomfortable) and also a bit anticlimactic? I’m holding out hopes for a more riveting final(?) season, and I’m hopeful that we get to see more of Elizabeth Debicki as Diana in Season 6 as well because she was simply fantastic.

Wild Geese Mary Oliver

I’m still figuring out what this bonus tier will look like when I don’t actually read more than six books, so lastly, I’ll leave you with a poem that I revisited this month and adored enough to want to commit to memory. It’s one I come back to from time to time, and I find that it’s always exactly what I need to hear. I hope it is for you, too. Click here to hear the late Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Mary Oliver read her short poem, “Wild Geese.” 


That’s all for November, and also all for 2022! The comments section is always open if you want to chat about any of these books or others, but otherwise, I’ll be back in January. Until then, I wish everyone a healthy, happy holiday season and a festive new year!

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Atmospheric AF: October in Review

In past Octobers, I’ve been really into spooky classics like Dracula and Frankenstein, but this year I opted instead for a wider range of eerie, speculative, and fantastic reads, most of them quite new. I finished out the month with a total of seven books, so the bonus Honorable Mention pyramid tier (which is exclusive to this blog!) includes some shows and movies I’ve been watching this month as well.

Now, since we are quite literally losing daylight hours here, I’ll go ahead and dive right into the books. But first! If you haven’t already subscribed to the Substack version of this blog, which sends these monthly reviews straight to your inbox, please do so below!


The Top:

The Rabbit Hutch — Tess Gunty

Do you ever experience a piece of art that’s so well executed, it makes you despair a little bit because you feel like you’ll never be able to make anything as good? That’s what this book did to me. I first came across The Rabbit Hutch in Chicago’s Exile in Bookville, where I read the prologue standing right there on the shop floor because the shelf talker told me to. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: indie booksellers know their shit. 

The Rabbit Hutch follows the intertwined stories of the residents of La Lapinière, a run-down apartment building set in the fictional dying rust belt town of Vacca Vale, Indiana. Populated with characters such as an obituary website moderator, a young mother afraid of her son’s eyes, the slightly deranged son of a late famous actress, and an apartment of former foster kids, including a high school drop-out obsessed with twelfth-century mystic Hildegard von Bingen, it runs the gamut of humanity in a searingly sharp, achingly astute way. I found myself stopping to reread sentences that were not only gorgeous, but also so poignantly and accurately captured a specific emotion or experience that it quite literally made me stop in my tracks. While there is a rotating cast of characters, the main story revolves around eighteen-year-old Blandine, an enigmatic, almost otherworldly character whose quest to emulate her favorite female saints by leaving her body is fulfilled on the very first page (note: while there is violence here, it’s not sexual violence, if that helps anyone else’s anxious brains to know ahead of time). 

Many of these storylines are not particularly original, but what I admire most about Gunty’s writing is how deftly she toes the line between cliché pitfalls and true, genuine depictions of vulnerability. Illicit student/teacher relationships are not groundbreaking, nor are the anxieties of new mothers, lonely widowers and spinsters, or the children of narcissistic parents. Yet Gunty manages to reflect each of these stories off of each other in a way that makes them feel true and new and human, finding holiness in the mundane and tenderness in the anonymity of strangers who all live under the same roof. I’ll echo that shelf-talker in Chicago and say: just read the first page. Then come talk to me when you’ve blazed through the rest. 

Solid Supports

Mexican Gothic — Silvia Moreno-Garcia 

As a Library Bitch™, I tend not to get around to super-hyped books until a couple years after they’re pubbed, when the holds waitlist dies down a bit. This month, I finally got my hands on a Kindle copy to get me through a long flight and let me tell you: this book was the perfect plane read. Mexico City socialite Noemí’s quest to save her cousin Catalina from a mysterious illness at the remote family estate of Catalina’s new English husband is fast-paced, delightfully chilly, and teeming with Gothic dread. A surprising twist places the novel more firmly in magical realism territory than I’d expected, and there’s also some powerful anti-colonialism rhetoric behind the pulpy Gothic romance façade. I get the hype now and am excited to read Moreno-Garcia’s newest book, The Daughter of Doctor Moreau (in another three years, probably).

Klara and the Sun — Kazuo Ishiguro

It’s a good thing I had no idea what this book was about before I started, because I would’ve been skeptical about just how heartbreakingly human a narrative told through the eyes of a self-aware robot could be. Klara is an AF (Artificial Friend), chosen to be the companion and protector of a young girl named Josie who is often unwell, and it becomes Klara’s mission to make Josie well again no matter the cost. While often frustratingly vague in terms of the socio-political context of this dystopianish near-future, I was captivated by Ishiguro’s focus on the clinical uniqueness of the human soul, and by the unexpectedly primitive performance of worship and prayer from its most technologically advanced character. Klara’s consciousness will go on living in my brain for quite some time. 

The Foundation:

The Searcher —Tana French

This was my first book of October, aptly picked as the first gloomy week of rain and mist matched the moodiness of the Irish countryside where retired Chicago cop Cal Hooper moves for some peace and quiet. Except, because this is a Tana French book, Cal is quickly roped into an unofficial missing person case that he can’t refuse. To be honest, this wasn’t my favorite of the Tana French books I’ve read (I prefer the Dublin Murder Squad books), but it was still sufficiently cozy and scratched the atmospheric murder mystery itch, which is why we come to French in the first place.

A Darker Shade of Magic — V.E. Schwab

I was really craving an escapist fantasy à la Schwab’s most recent novel, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, so I picked up the first in her Shades of Magic series. In theory, it should’ve hooked me: four alternate universe Londons with varying levels of magic inside them all stacked on top of each other, and two of the only three people who can move between worlds are a grumpy sorcerer and a fearless lady pirate/thief. I think if I’d been more focused on the book instead of reading a page at a time while my Duolingo ads played then I would’ve gotten into it faster, but even when I was focusing it didn’t truly enthrall me like Addie LaRue did. That said, it was still a solid portal fantasy and I’ll likely read the rest of the series eventually.

Marigold and Rose — Louise Glück

This tiny, fifty-two page novella from Nobel Prize-winning poet Louise Glück asks the question: what if a baby wrote a book? No, really. Glück’s first work of fiction explores the rich inner lives of a pair of infant twins as they mature through their first year of life as chronicled by baby Marigold, an aspiring author who dreams of writing a book as soon as she knows words. Don’t be deceived by its diminutive size or strange premise, this was a surprisingly profound meditation on time, language, and family that’s more than worth the hour it’ll take you to read.

Honorable Mention:

The Mark of Athena — Rick Riordan

Yes, I am still listening to the Heroes of Olympus audiobooks and no, I am not okay after that cliffhanger!!! The gang goes to Rome in this one, accomplishing various side quests to stave off the rise of Gaia and rescue a kidnapped Nico di Angelo. Meanwhile, Annabeth has been given a special quest of her own—one that no child of Athena has ever come back from. BRB, queuing up Book #4.

Derry Girls — Lisa McGee

Dear God, I love this show and am so devastated that it’s over. If you’ve been living under a rock, it’s about a group of Northern Irish teenage girls (and one English boy) living in Derry during the Troubles. It is without a doubt one of the funniest shows I’ve ever seen and had me giggling through every single episode. Come for the Irish Catholic shenanigans and the impeccable nineties soundtrack, stay for the heartwarming moments of love and friendship that have a special place in each episode. I’ll be rewatching this show from the beginning (plus the holiday Bake Off special) very soon.

The Banshees of Inisherin — Martin McDonagh

I’m really on an Irish kick here, huh? I’ve been a Martin McDonagh fan ever since seeing The Pillowman at the Gaiety Theatre in Dublin back in 2015, and I’ll also watch Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleason in absolutely anything. This movie had me crying laughing one moment and then wanting to throw up mere minutes later. (If you’re squeamish about blood/self-mutilation…maybe skip this one.) It’s darkly hilarious, equal parts charming and devastatingly bleak, and gorgeously shot on the Aran Islands. The former Irish Lit student in me is dying to analyze every part of this movie, but for now, I’ll leave it with the prediction that Colin Farrell nabs an Oscar for this role.

Duolingo — la petite chouette, Duo

I probably could have read at least one other book in the time I’ve spent on Duolingo these past couple of weeks, but I’m simply having too much fun being humbled by this silly little owl every day. At least studying a language makes me feel more productive about my increased screen time, even if whispering sweet French nothings into my phone on the subway platform is highly embarrassing.


That does it for October! Drop a comment if you want to chat about any of these or leave me a recommendation for November! And don’t forget to subscribe to my newsletter below to get the email version right in your inbox next month.

Sex and Secrets: September Reads in Review


Welcome to the blog home of my new literary newsletter, Lit Chat! I’m still figuring out what Lit Chat will look like long-term, but at least for now, I’m committed to sending out a monthly Dance Moms-inspired ranked pyramid of all the books I’ve read that month. Click the button below to subscribe to Lit Chat on Substack and get next month’s pyramid straight to your inbox.

The blog version of this newsletter is a bit longer and includes a bonus bottom tier of Honorable Mention reads that didn’t make the email. Scroll down to check out my thoughts and find your next read!


The Top:

The Door — Magda Szabó, translated by Len Rix

September was honestly a fire reading month and this was an especially difficult decision, but this translation of a Hungarian modern classic has stuck with me in ways that I absolutely did not expect. Initially published in 1987 and translated into English in 2005, it follows the inexplicable relationship between a writer in postwar Hungary and her eccentric housekeeper, Emerence, over a span of more than twenty years.

Emerence is an old, intractable peasant woman who chooses who she works for and at which hours and lets no one but the narrator’s dog into her own home, all while tending to the needs of an entire community with impossible strength and selflessness. Alternating between being charmed and completely exasperated with Emerence’s secrets and strange ways, the narrator becomes obsessed with knowing the true Emerence, and so, vicariously, does the reader. This novel explores the politics of love, shame, and pride with the same unflinching sense of innate moral justice that Emerence wields when making her pronouncements on humanity and the authenticity of art, cutting to the quick with searingly brilliant honesty. Reading this book sent me into a spiral which I still have not recovered from, about how many incredible books I’ll never get to read because I only read passably in two languages.

Solid Supports:

The Love Hypothesis — Ali Hazelwood

Turns out, I am as much a sucker for fake dating as I am for large, brooding love interests! Especially with the academia setting, I could mainline this shit straight into my veins. I thought it was a little cheesy how self-aware the book was of its genre and tropes (Olive, babe, we know you know you’re in a rom-com, calm down), but I ate it up nonetheless. Shoutout to my friend Megan for pressing this book into my hands after a glass (or three) of wine—which is, in fact, my preferred method of giving and receiving book recommendations.

The Children’s Book — A.S. Byatt

I bought this book one day in August when my grumpy little daily walk took me to the bookstore (not sure how that keeps happening). It has every element of a comfort book for me: manor homes in the English countryside, garden parties, fairy tales, delicious secrets and Edwardian-era scandals up the wazoo. Plus, it was over 800 pages, which meant I got to savor this one over a cup of tea in bed every morning for over a month. Forever grateful to the Staff Picks wall at Greenlight Bookstore, which has not failed me yet. Consider this your monthly reminder to shop indie, folks!

The Foundation:

Central Places — Delia Cai

Delia had the whole room rapt when she read from the first chapter of her debut novel as part of Rax King’s Girl City reading series back in July, so of course, I jumped on the chance to read a full advance e-copy (thx Netgalley!). Central Places is about Audrey, a young Chinese-American woman returning to her central Illinois hometown for the first time in eight years to introduce her very white, very New York fiancé to her immigrant parents. (Spoiler alert: it does not go well!) The unique angst of a former Midwestern teen was embarrassingly relatable, as was Audrey’s struggle to reconcile the life she’s created for herself with the one she grew up with and thought she left behind. Keep an eye out for this one in January 2023!

True Biz — Sara Nović

One of my favorite reading experiences is when a book teaches you something about a place or culture that you know absolutely nothing about, and True Biz did that for me with the Deaf community. The book follows the intertwined narratives of a Deaf high school’s headmaster and two of its students, interspersed with textbook excerpts teaching common ASL signs and exploring topics of Deaf history and culture. This was a smart and heartfelt exploration of language, connection, and identity, and I learned a whole lot, which I always appreciate.

We Have Always Lived in the Castle — Shirley Jackson

I used to get this one mixed up with I Capture the Castle, but let me tell you—no longer! If anything, this is the weird, witchy half-sister to Dodie Smith’s classic. Told from the perspective of a nearly feral young woman whose whole family except her older sister and elderly uncle were mysteriously poisoned six years prior, the tranquility of their reclusive lives comes to an abrupt end when an unknown cousin comes knocking on their mansion door. This was my final read of September and a fantastic kick-off to an upcoming month of spooky reads. 

Honorable Mention:

A History of Present Illness — Anna DeForest

This brief novel is written from the perspective of a young woman in medical school and interweaves her educational experiences with her personal life and past trauma. Medicine as a field of study has always fascinated me, but there was a level of distance between the narrator and the reader which—though I believe it was intentional as a thematic representation of the necessary distance that must be kept between one’s work and one’s private self as a doctor—just made me feel like I was being kept at arm’s length as a reader.

The Heroes of Olympus (Books 1 & 2) — Rick Riordan

I spent the summer listening to the original Percy Jackson series on audiobook, because I’d never read them before and because I like having something in my ears when I leave the house that doesn’t require too much attention. Let me tell you, it’s been a delight. Having finished the original series, I’m onto the next spin-off series, The Heroes of Olympus, which features new characters alongside the old familiar ones as the heroes face down their most ancient and terrible enemies yet. These books are goofy and light-hearted, but I like to think they’re teaching me a little something about Greek (and now Roman!) mythology as well.

Piranesi — Susanna Clarke

Listen, I love this haunting, brilliant, bizarre little book. I love it so much that it got a rare re-read this month ( I read it for the first time about a year ago), but because this was my second go-around, it doesn’t feel right to bump it up on the pyramid above books that were first-timers. That said, if you like mazes, alternate worlds, and haunting examinations of the self, READ THIS BOOK. It didn’t win the Women’s Fiction Prize last year for nothing. 


And that’s a wrap for September! Drop a comment if you want to chat about any of these or leave me a recommendation for October! And don’t forget to subscribe to my newsletter below to get the email version right in your inbox next month.