I am incapable of packing light, and books are where it shows. Here are the ones that earned their place.
Two of them I finished on trains, one I abandoned on page forty and picked back up in a laundrette, and one I read twice because the second half rearranged the first.
The one I keep pressing on people
A slim novel about a family that never says the important thing out loud. I underlined so much of it that the underlining stopped meaning anything, which is its own kind of review.
Still on the pile
- The essay collection everyone quotes and nobody finishes.
- A cookbook I read like a novel.
- Something long, saved for the winter.
Filed under Reading