Guys, I’m in a little bit of a reading slump. For the last month, I’ve basically only read super amazing but super depressing books. I keep thinking I’ll break out of it, but then I pick up another sad book. And part of me doesn’t want to stop, because they’ve all been really good. But it is starting to mess with my mind. Between this reading and devouring all the #metoo social media and Harvey Weinstein think pieces, I’m definitely in a rut of thinking the world is just a terrible and painful place.
It started with me reading (the superb) memoir You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me by Sherman Alexie about the author’s grieving process after his mother died and his often painful childhood growing up on an Indian reservation. At the same time, I was working my way through an ARC of I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter by Erika L. Sánchez – a novel about a teenager grieving the death her sister, family trauma, and mental illness. Meanwhile, I’m currently in the middle of They Both Die at the End (self explanatory), One Dark Throne (a book about three sisters fighting to the death in order to become queen), and It Didn’t Start With You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to Break the Cycle (self explanatory).
And next to my bed, I have Turtles All the Way Down waiting – which I know isn’t going to be a beach read. But I also really, really, really can’t wait to read.
Do you have any cheery, happy, joyful book recommendations for me? I definitely need them!