Honestly, February 2017 has been a disappointing month, reading-wise (life-wise it’s been pretty good). I haven’t read anything that I absolutely loved, which is a little disappointing after starting the year on such a good note.
- Homegoing – Yaa Gyasi
This is absolutely the book of the moment, although the hype has somewhat died off now. It is an important book, and an interesting one, but it fell a little flat for me. The ending in particular is a bit meh, and when you’ve been following a story over centuries as you do here, you want the ending to be powerful. The sections on slavery are powerful and moving, but for me it lost its way a little. I have a lot of thoughts on this book, and I’ll hopefully get around to writing a review soon.
- The Goldfinch – Donna Tartt
I’m pretty sure this is the first Pulitzer Prize winning book I’ve ever read, and that combined with how much I loved The Secret History gave me high hopes for this book. Unfortunately, I was disappointed. It’s still a three-star book for me, but it went on for considerably too long and was honestly a bit of a struggle by the end.
- Nina Is Not Okay – Shappi Khorsandi
This book was a lot harder to read than I thought. In terms of the length and the difficulty of the writing, I could probably have raced through it in an afternoon, but it took me a couple of days because of how uncomfortable and unpleasant some of the scenes were. It’s a lot to process. It’s a brilliant book, the best I read this month, but I can’t say I enjoyed reading it.
- Where Am I Now? – Mara Wilson
An enjoyable look at growing up and insecurity, with the added stress of being a child actor whose career is waning. Funny and insightful, but I think I lost something of it by listening to the audiobook rather than reading.
- The Alchemist – Paolo Coelho
People go on about how incredible this book is, but it’s absolute drivel. It’s patronising of the reader and of the Arabic characters, exoticist, sexist at times, and is full of “follow your heart” type advice that makes me want to bash my head in. Literally, zero stars.