I used to be quite a voracious reader. Before I developed a true taste for clothes (or, more like, before I discovered Stradivarius and Uniqlo), I spent most of mine and my mom’s money at Powerbooks and Fully Booked. There is a book shelf or a TBR pile in every room of our house (including the housekeeper’s room; she reads a lot too), and boxes of books to destash that I haven’t yet gotten around to selling or donating.
I used to demolish a book in one sitting. Now, unless a book is incredibly compelling, it takes me weeks. My ability to sit down and read long-form has dwindled, as I’ve switched to consuming podcasts and Youtube mini-documentaries instead.
Quarantine is no blessing. To call it one would be an insult to the frontliners who must continue to risk their lives with little to no support from the legal authorities. What it has been, though, is a re-learning experience; thanks to Booktube, my iPad resurrecting from the dead, eBook libraries, and Google Play Books, I’ve managed to read more in the past few months than I have in the last two years.
Without further ado, a list (in no particular order):
- The Chiffon Trenches – André Leon Talley
- If I Had Your Face – Frances Cha
- Too Much and Never Enough – Mary L. Trump
- Slade House – David Mitchell (reread)
- A Discovery of Witches – Deborah Harkness
- Shadow of Night – Deborah Harkness
- The Book of Life – Deborah Harkness
- Girl, Wash Your Face – Rachel Hollis (read to critique)
- Morpho Eugenia – A.S. Byatt
- The Resurrectionist – Tess Gerritsen (E.B. Hudspeth)
- Compacts and Cosmetics – Madeleine Marsh
- Circe – Madeleine Miller
- The Splendid and the Vile – Erik Larson
- Sleep, Pale Sister – Joanne Harris
- The Lake of Dead Languages – Carol Goodman (reread)
- Your Beauty Mark – Dita Von Teese and Rose Apodaca
- Fashion in the Time of Jane Austen – Sarah Jane Downing
- Rodham – Curtis Sittenfield
- The Demonologist – Gerald Brittle
- The Quick – Lauren Owen