Here's what I wanted to read in 2012. I had good intentions!
....but here's what I actually read in 2012:
I Am Forbidden: A Novel, by Anouk Markovits. Loved, loved, loved this story. I always love stories about the Orthodox Jews. This was from the point of view of a woman, which is unusual, I think, for that topic. It was the first thing I bought on my Kindle Fire. I had read about it in Entertainment Weekly, of all places.
Committed: A Love Story, by Liz Gilbert. Was on my wish-to-read list and was actually read! Congratulations to me! And I liked it, too.
The Girl Who Stopped Swimming,
by Joshilyn Jackson. Also from my wish-to-read list. I started it, but
didn't finish it. I never could get interested in the main character. I
just didn't feel anything for her. Disappointing because for years (I was reading J's blog when she started writing this one), the title made
me really want to love it.
No Regrets Parenting: Turning Long Days and Short Years into Cherished Moments with Your Kids, by Harley A.Rotbart M.D. I didn't finish the whole thing but I appreciate parenting wisdom.
(I think I won't continue with all the links.)
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. This was one mindbender of a book. We chose it on my recommendation for our family "book club" conversation at the beach, and reactions were very mixed between my cousins and our parents. Some of us loved the desolation and sadness, and others of us couldn't handle it. It was quite depressing, but I really liked it.
Silver Bells, by Luanne Rice. Given to me by DH's Nanny. This was a fluffy romance-y book, but I really enjoyed it. I read it during our Thanksgiving vacation and it was a good way to get in the mood for Christmas, I thought. It was sweet.
Summer by the Sea, by Susan Wiggs. Another romance I borrowed from Nanny's shelf. I didn't want to like this book. I was determined not to like it, in fact. It was intellectually flat, as I expected it to be with that dumb title. But I finished it quickly sometime this summer, and for a long time I couldn't get the main character out of my head. Thank goodness I can't even remember her name anymore.Oh well, it was something to do.
A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. I started this just after Thanksgiving. Something made me want to read something difficult and fulfilling. ;) I read it in high school, of course, and had forgotten that we had to memorize the first page/paragraph. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...." It was fun that it felt so familiar to re-read that. I'm enjoying it so far but man, does that guy like his long sentences and his descriptions. Do I really need to know so much about the gravel in between the cobblestones on that small road in France?
I didn't read a single trendy thing. No Shades of Grey over here. I don't know if that's good or bad.
What are you reading now?