It was a cold month and I was tired.
Maybe it’s the working mum gig. It’s been an adjustment.
It probably also has something to do with the weather. It was too wet (the wettest Perth June on record, for 14 years actually) to do much, other than read.
If I’m not careful, I can use books the same way other people use Netflix. I’m a book binger.
Particularly with fiction.
In June I feel like I binged a lot. Which meant I stayed up too late to read ‘one more chapter’ and didn’t write, or run. I just read, and read some more.
I’m not going to feel sad about it. There are worse things to binge on.
And now we’re getting some sunny days I can ride my bike again… to the library… for more books… it’s a vicious cycle my friends.
Here’s my June list:
The Shepherd’s Hut by Tim Winton
Tim Winton is a literary genius. I loved the protagonist’s voice throughout this book—Jaxie’s voice is so raw, and some of the colloquialisms made me actually laugh out loud and read them again, and then out loud to my husband, who uses so much of the same teenage slang himself. Winton makes every day Aussie speech sound like poetry—poetry with a lot of profanity. With guts. Not to mention making the-middle-of-nowhere in Western Australia sound like somewhere you’d want to go. And then those hit-you-in-the-guts phrases that bring to life the struggles of humanity, of brokenness, and the reality of love. It’s uncomfortable, and brutal and heartbreaking, and hilarious. Also, it’s one of my book club reads—have I told you about my book club? A real life book club with wine and cheese and conversation and women in a room who are writers and want to get better at their craft, and talk literature and life and writing ohmyheart counting down the sleeps until our next book club night!
How’s Your Soul by Judah Smith
This one was an audiobook, and not a long one. I like Judah. He makes me laugh. His writing style is easy to read (listen to). Maybe too easy, for a topic that has the possibility of a lot of depth, but which I didn’t feel went as deep as it could have. There’s some beauty in its simplicity though—in knowing and accepting that outward indicators are not a sign of success, that the health of our soul is vitally important to the life God calls us to live. “Walking implies that our souls are experiencing steady, controlled progress. It means that we are moving forward. It means that rather than running for cover every time a threat appears, we are stable, we make good choices, and we have a positive outlook on the future. Steadily and surely, we are advancing.”
Written in My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon
I was saving this one, I really was. I wasn’t going to start it—it’s the last available book in the Outlander series. The author, as far as I know, is still writing the next one. So I was saving it, the way you save the biscuity base of the cheesecake for last because you know it’s the best bit. But then I rode to the library with Eden, and I accidentally wandered the ‘g’ in fiction, and locked eyes with this book. Before I could activate my self-control, and walk away, my hand had grabbed it off the shelf as fast as lightening and there was no going back. And then I remembered why I really should read these books on my Kindle - hashtag heavy.
And oh my heart I was not ready for it to end, and now I personally want to knock on Gabaldon’s door and tell her to hurry up with the next book please.
Wolfpack by Abby Wambach
Yes, yes and YES. Fem lit that makes me want to look around at my fellow females and smile a we’re-on-the-same-team smile. I love Abby’s insights into leadership, teamwork, feeling benched, cheering each other on. She has so much wisdom—I was nodding and hissing yesssssss through my teeth, and fist pumping throughout this entire book. This book is a win for sisterhood, for culture-changers and unity.
Still Lives by Maria Hummel
An easy fiction piece with a little bit of suspense, and a little bit of detective work. Another of Reese’s Book Club picks, which I think I have to start lowering my expectations of a little. Lately, it seems it’s been predominantly chick lit, very romcom/soapie style and it’s not my favourite. BUT when bingeing on books, fiction that is easy to read, a plot that was simple to follow and provided a dreamy escape into a world of art in Los Angeles, was just the thing. Also, my fantastic little local library is so great at ordering in books I request, and this was one of them. So grateful.
Done any book-bingeing lately? Any you’d care to recommend?