It’s been a good start to 2018 (in reading terms, anyway). I found a brand-new favourite novel in January, and am really enjoying my general attitude towards reading at the moment. Gone are the days of reading a book just so I can write a review/tick it off my TBR/add it to my Goodreads challenge! Now I only read books I really want to read, and I feel so much better for it.
I’ve also tried to be better with my blogging this year, and have scheduled every Monday at 7pm for a weekly post. I did miss last week – oops! I would’ve just posted later in the week but sadly my Macbook doesn’t want to turn on at the moment. Fingers crossed it’s just the battery!
The Power by Naomi Alderman
This won the 2017 Baileys Women’s Prize for Fiction so has been on my radar since then. I didn’t read any of the shortlist but from the synopsis this was the one that sparked my interest the most, so I was quite surprised when it won (as my idea of an award-winner is often quite different to that of literary judges). I love the premise behind it: a switcheroo of male and female roles in society, women suddenly finding themselves in the seats of power when they develop the ability to electrocute from their fingertips.
I did find, however, that it trailed off. Sometimes I think this is even worse than when you just can’t get into a book at all. It’s so annoing when it starts out great but then you find yourself forcing your way through the rest of it (and you feel like you have to finish in case it gets good again).
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
I keep wanting to put ‘Eleanor Oliphant is Not OK’ like Nina Is Not OK, which is kind of telling because Eleanor Oliphant is not fine at all.
I loved this book! If you’d like to find out why, here is my review. (Another award-winner! My taste must be getting classier.)
Ostrich by Matt Greene
This is the story of a young boy named Alex with a brain tumour and his interactions at school and at home. It had an abrupt, strange ending that keeps you guessing, though the more I think about it, the more convinced I am of what happened (I may need to reread it in the future to be sure). Greene did a wonderful job of getting into the head of a child – I loved the way Alex sometimes got his words wrong – but I did feel that, even though he was so intelligent for his age, he did seem a bit younger than twelve. It’s hard to get it right though, because kids all grow at different paces.
All in all, this was a good read and I would recommend it to anyone interested in stories surrounding mental health.
Shopaholic & Baby by Sophie Kinsella
I do enjoy these novels, but after the first one (which is fabulous), they really are nothing to write home about. I did like the fact that this one was less about the shopping and more about Becky’s concerns that Luke was cheating on her. However, the more the books go on, the more I realise that Luke is actually an arsehole.
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