I had a dream that I had written a blog post in the last six months.
It must have been a dream because when I signed in I was surprised to find that I'd written nothing.
Hmm.
The post I thought I had written was all about the books I planned to read this summer. You know, the requisite "I'm gonna read all these books this summer!" post, which inevitably becomes a source of intense shame when, at the end of the summer, I've read less than half those books.
So, I guess I saved myself some good, old-fashioned, Catholic school shaming.
I actually did read some books this summer.
Loving Day, Mat Johnson
Balm, Dolen Perkins-Valdez
Sula, Toni Morrison
The Stranger, Albert Camus ( I don't think I'd read it since my freshman year of college.)
Snow, Bird, Boy, Helen Oyeymi (Let's pretend she's not 30 years old, okay?)
'Till The Well Runs Dry, Lauren Francis Sharma
Note: This summer I became obsessed with the idea of "twinned books". I re-read The Stranger in the hopes that I'd also read "The Mersault Investigation". I have a whole list of classic works and their modern counterparts.
This leads me to "Books I started and have yet to finish."
The Meursault Investivagion, Kamel Daoud
My Brilliant Friend, Elena Ferrante (I'm going to blame not finishing this one one something really annoying and pretentious: I want to read it in Italian and I have not been able to connect with my friend who brought me a copy back from Italy. There. Super pretentious.)
Ask me about it.
Basically what this list has taught me is that I didn't read nearly enough books and probably watched way too many episodes of "Criminal Minds" this summer.
Current life reading plan: I now live in New York City and will have a 50 minute commute to work every day and a 2 hour and 40 minute commute to Baltimore every weekend to see the husband and the cat, I can read on the subway, train, or bus, which should greatly increase my capacity to read books.
Oh, right, I got married and now have a husband and a cat. We got the cat first.
More on that later.
