I keep making excuses about the amount I’ve read and I keep on wondering why that is – making excuses, I mean. What should it really matter if I’ve read eight books in a month or just one? For me, ideally, I want to read as many books as possible because I love reading and there are so many books I’m desperate to read that only finishing one or two makes me a bit of a grump. At the moment I’m buying more books than reading, and I blame my dissertation reading for that entirely – I’ve had to go on two separate occasions to buy books for my dissertation, and a third this weekend, but just buying books for my dissertation is a bit sad so I tend to buy a ‘nice’ book alongside them. So long my money, it was nice having you for the short time I did.
First book that I finished this month was The Serpent King by Jeff Zentner, which I found to be a good debut. A contemporary, young adult, with interesting characters and a twist (if you can call it that) I did not see coming. In fact, I had to reread that page over again because my mind just couldn’t quite contemplate what was going on, and then I felt down for the rest of the day. A slightly darker book, and definitely not happy-go-lucky, it definitely has things to say and says them well. My only gripe was the ending, as everything seemed to be tied up a bit too nicely and was a bit anticlimactic after the rest of the book.
Then we have two kindle books, written by Kristen Ashley who is such a great writer for these reasons: they’re all fast-paced, packed with action, and are long. Most Kindle books I buy are for pure escapism – I’m not looking for intellectual masterpieces, I’m looking for fun, light-hearted reading. Yet I hate it when Kindle books are just so short it feels like a waste of money, even if I only spent 99p. So I picked up Sebring and Bounty by Ashley, and they were both sweet and lovely in their own ways. Overall would probably give them three stars.
Then we have one last book, which almost ended up being two but I finished the second on the 1st May. The book that I did finish in April was The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. I didn’t know that this was actually a book for a very long time, as it used to be one of my favourite films as a child growing up. Reading it for the first time as an adult was such a wonderfully nostalgic experience for me, and I loved it. There was some brilliant sections that I don’t even remember from the film; copious self-reflexive, self-referential scenes, such as one character saying to the other ‘you’re in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it’. It was beautiful, lovely, and full of surprising wit. The character of the unicorn is just so well thought out, her lack of humanity emphasised because, hello, she’s not human. Just a marvellous read, and I don’t even care that I’m biased.
That brings me to 19/50 on the book front, and 30 in total. Not my best month, but it may not be my worst – May is exam hell, April was essay hell. June though? I have high hopes.