Welcome to another WWW Wednesday! This meme is hosted by Taking on a World of Words. To participate, just answer the following three questions:
What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?
I’m currently reading…
Before We Were Strangers, by Brenda Novak
As you can see, I’ve barely dipped into this one, so I have no thoughts so far, but it’s a mystery/thriller novel. It follows the story of a young woman named Sloane McBride as she tries to solve the mystery of her mother’s disappearance years ago.
Daisy Jones and The Six, by Taylor Jenkins Reid
Bless NetGalley, this is all I’ve been wanting since I heard about the book shortly after finishing The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. This is an ARC for a March 2019 release; it’s about a fictional rock band from the 1970’s and it’s written up sort of like a “mockumentary.”
When the Lights Go Out, by Mary Kubica
I’ve felt very lukewarm towards the other Kubica novels I’ve read, but I was curious about this one after seeing it over and over and over on Instagram, so here we are. I’ve been listening to the audiobook and once again feeling like Kubica isn’t really the author for me. This is a mystery novel which follows the story of Jessie Sloane after the death of her mother. When she applies for financial aid for college, an administrator tells her that her SSN is showing up as belonging to a dead girl. With no father in the picture and her mother taking any answers with her to the grave, Jessie needs to find out if her whole life has been a lie.
I recently finished reading…
Oooookay, clearly I’ve been busy.
This Will only Hurt a Little, by Busy Philipps
I don’t read a lot of memoirs and in general I find them hard to review when I do. How do I give a star rating to someone telling me about their personal life? That being said, I may or may not attempt to write up a full review for this one. While I don’t think Philipps is a monumentally gifted writer, I did enjoy this one; it’s written in a very conversational tone and just feels like she’s casually dishing gossip to the reader for the most part (although it does get a bit heavy more than once – CW for sexual assault.)
House of Gold, by Natasha Solomons (reviewed here)
I feel like I liked this one in concept more than I did in execution. It’s a historical fiction novel about a young heiress during World War I as she enters into an arranged marriage with a distant cousin. There’s a lot of social commentary and the family faces a lot of issues despite their wealth, as they are a Jewish family living in a time of rising antisemitism. However, the novel felt a bit rambling, skipped over big chunks of time, and had a few too many side-plots which I felt didn’t add much of value to the story.
The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath (reviewed here)
This was very emotionally difficult to read, but I’m glad I finally made the time for this one. Esther Greenwood’s descent into debilitating depression and madness was so well written, perhaps in large part due to the fact that Plath based much of it on her own experiences. Plath’s background as a poet was also evident in the writing.
Sadie, by Courtney Summers
I still need to write up a full review for this one. I don’t read a ton of YA, but I grabbed this one due to the huge amount of hype around it, and it was definitely worthwhile. Sadie follows the story of a young woman who disappears after the death of her younger sister. It’s fast-paced and heartbreaking.
Dear Mrs. Bird, by A.J. Pearce
I still need to review this one as well. This was a much-needed feelgood read for me, given some of the other content I’ve been reading lately. Dear Mrs. Bird is a historical fiction novel which takes place in England during WWII. The protagonist, Emmy, inadvertently takes a job at a women’s magazine where she will be sorting through the letters written into the help column. When it becomes clear that Mrs. Bird, who responds to these letters for the magazine, won’t answer anyone with any actually difficult problems, Emmy takes it upon herself to respond, risking her job and reputation in the process.
The Girls at 17 Swann Street, by Yara Zgheib
(I know I said this last week… and maybe the week before. But I’m really trying to catch up on my ARCs and this is the last thing I have sitting out there in NetGalley right now.)
The chocolate went first, then the cheese, the fries, the ice cream. The bread was more difficult, but if she could just lose a little more weight, perhaps she would make the soloists’ list. Perhaps if she were lighter, danced better, tried harder, she would be good enough. Perhaps if she just ran for one more mile, lost just one more pound.
Anna Roux was a professional dancer who followed the man of her dreams from Paris to Missouri. There, alone with her biggest fears – imperfection, failure, loneliness – she spirals down anorexia and depression till she weighs a mere eighty-eight pounds. Forced to seek treatment, she is admitted as a patient at 17 Swann Street, a peach pink house where pale, fragile women with life-threatening eating disorders live. Women like Emm, the veteran; quiet Valerie; Julia, always hungry. Together, they must fight their diseases and face six meals a day.
Yara Zgheib’s poetic and poignant debut novel is a haunting, intimate journey of a young woman’s struggle to reclaim her life. Every bite causes anxiety. Every flavor induces guilt. And every step Anna takes toward recovery will require strength, endurance, and the support of the girls at 17 Swann Street.