I always shake my head in resignation, throughout the whole time I’m picking TBR books, photographing them and writing the post. I know damn well I may not read a single one of them. In fact, true to form, I probably won’t.
But these are the books that are most grabbing my attention at the moment; the ones I’m most looking forward to reading. There’s a high chance I’ll read some of them, purely because three are library books, two are newly purchased and one I’m part way through already. Oops. I had meant to topple some older TBR books this month but it’s clearly not to be. There’s always next month for that, right? Or, you know, the month after that…
There seems to be a blue/white theme going on this month, but hey ho.
Agatha Christie: An Autobiography
I’ve had this on my TBR since… *checks*… 2010. Oof. It’s one of the oldest books on my TBR. I don’t remember buying it or even wanting to read it once I did own it, but it’s been a staple feature of my TBR shelves ever since. I finally picked it up at the weekend, pretty much of out guilt… and oh my God, it’s bloody amazing.
You can tell she wrote it for her, as it’s so detailed and rambling and just wonderful. For context, I was a third of the way through before she even picked up a pen, and I’m now half way and she hasn’t even thought about writing mysteries yet. In fact, aside from a brief chapter, she’s barely mentioned writing.
Instead she’s telling stories about being a nurse during World War I, and her on again-off again romance with Archie Christie, and… argh. She hardly ever bothers to tell you what year it is, because it honestly feels like she doesn’t give a stuff. It’s so dry and witty, I just love it. It’s dense and detailed, and I want to be reading it every second.
House of Names by Colm Tolbin
I will read this this month, I will. I’ve borrowed this from the library, renewed it three times and taken it back. Then I got it from the library again, renewed it once and took it back. Now I’ve bought it in paperback. Have I read it? No, I have not.
It’s not even that I’m not interested in it, because I am. I seem to be in a bit of a Greek mythology kick at the moment, having read both Circe by Madeline Miller (which I liked) and For the Winner by Emily Hauser (which I did not). It just looks like it might be quite heavy, even though it’s short, and I think I’ll need to be in a place when I can fully concentrate.
Maybe next weekend when I’m alone in the house.
Starfish by Akemi Dawn Bowman
I am dubious about this one, whilst simultaneously looking forward to it, somehow.
It is a well established fact that I don’t like YA contemporary, even the ones that we’re meant to like. I didn’t like teenagers when I was one, and it’s profoundly unlikely I’m going to start now.
But Starfish seems a bit different, and I follow the author on Twitter and she seems… sensible, if you know what I mean. If there’s ever a YA contemporary I’m going to like, it’ll be this one. Wish me luck.
The Tidal Zone by Sarah Moss
It’s been a while since I’ve read anything sad and a bit morbid, so I’m about due.
It’s fiction told from the perspective of parents whose teenage daughter is suddenly taken severely ill, pretty much dying. I sort of work in this field (loosely, admittedly) and I find it really interesting. I’ve flicked through and read a couple of passages already, and there’s one that really stuck in my head, so I hope the rest of it is as profound.
It seems to be somewhat moving, without being written with a sledgehammer.
The Diary of a Bookseller by Shaun Bythell
I’ve been quite into the idea of journals and diaries lately, so maybe that’s how I stumbled across this one. Plus it’s a journal that revolves around books, so what could be better?
I really need to get a move on with this, actually. I saw a woman in the library with another copy of this that had a ‘reserved’ slip on it. If this is popular enough for people to bother reserving, maybe my copy’s days are numbered!
Nothing makes me want to read a book more than having to grudgingly return it to the library…
You Don’t Know Me by Imran Mahmood
It was Charlotte’s review that made me really want to read this. It’s about a young Asian man, who is in the middle of a criminal trial. He becomes frustrated with his barrister, sacks him and proceeds to represent himself. This book is his closing speech.
Firstly, I think that’s a really clever idea for a novel. I can’t wait to see how it works. Secondly, I’m dying to know why he sacked his barrister and what explanations he gives about his alleged crimes.
I think this might be the next book I read when I’ve finished Agatha Christie’s autobiography, actually.
Have you read any of these books? Would you recommend them?