I’m on an autofiction kick at the moment. My current read is Cold Enough for Snow by Jessica Au, a novella from 2022 I’d never heard of before. I stumbled upon it in a small bookstore, only to purchase it at a big chain bookstore later on, since I had exercised restraint earlier (sigh). It’s an introspective account of a daughter taking her mother to Japan for a vacation, with scenes happening both in the present and in the past. I wouldn’t call it groundbreaking or anything, but I am enjoying it.
Before that, I read Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett, which is also fiction that feels a little like a memoir. It’s a series of day-in-the-life vignettes of the author, who is an academic living in a cottage in Ireland. It’s a charming, poetic tale, almost perfect but for occasional crudity that doesn’t fit the rest of the book. Overall, I enjoyed it.
Last month, my boyfriend and I read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, because we wanted to take a break from heavier books and read some genre fiction. We weren’t too impressed with it, but we had endless fun roasting it. I wish I had liked it better.
I’m still reading Paradise of the Blind, a novel from Vietnam, off-and-on. It’s not a book to be enjoyed, but I do want to finish it eventually.
Soon I’ll be reading The Valley of Fear, this month’s installment in the Sherlock Holmes reread with Cyberkitten. I can’t remember much about it, so it’ll be like reading it for the first time!
I’ve been really terrible at the book reviews recently, but I have been reading quite a bit, so perhaps it’s for the best at the moment. 😉
We’re definitely in the minority, most of my Goodreads friends really liked it.
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