On a Roll with My 2024 Reading!

I’ve finished more books in the first two months of this year than all of last year!

To be fair, I’ve incorporated some audiobooks, which are consumed much more quickly, and have mostly been used as my method to finish the books I’ve struggled to get through the past couple of years.

Still, when I think about the fact that I only finished 5 books last year, it makes me reflect on how stressed my brain must’ve been.

You see, reading is relaxing to me. Reading is indulgent and soothing, and it takes me setting aside time to sit still and clear my mind in order to enjoy a book. A lack of reading, for me, indicates an overactive, stressed, and unfocused mind. Either I’m busy or I’m anxious, and I know last year wasn’t a terribly busy year.

Having read and listened to so many books in the short period of time since the year started, means my mind has been experiencing more peace and I love that for me! Also, I think my small group’s little book chat has been a positive influence.

I’ve got 7 more books on my TBR shelf in my office (as of writing this), 5 of which I want to read this year. There are also additional books on my TBR list in my phone—mostly more Michael Crichton titles.

I feel really good about how my reading is going so far this year, and I hope it continues in this fashion. We’ll see how the year shapes up!

How are your reading goals going? Have you read more or less than you thought you would thus far? If less, what’s hindering you? If more, what’s fueling you? I’d love to know!

Until next time… Happy Reading!

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Cole Brown & Natalie Johnson: Black Love Letters

I didn’t get what I expected from this book.

Initially, I was just drawn to the cover. I mean, look at it!

Once I got past the cover (but still not over it), I thought I was going to read a collection of letters about Black people being deeply in love with other Black people and expressing it in beautiful language.

I wasn’t looking for a specific book to read during Black History Month, but I saw this while at Target with my mom and couldn’t help but reach for it. February is Black History Month and the month of love, so what better combination could I find for the perfect book to read in February?

I flipped through it for a second and noticed one of the letters was addressed to a niece, so I knew then it wasn’t a book of solely romantic love letters, but it wasn’t at all what I’d expected. In a good way.

The online project this collection of letters is based on was started after George Floyd’s murder as a way for Black people to grieve, express themselves, and attempt to heal.

The letters in this book are beautiful, encouraging, heartbreaking, hopeful, rich.

There are letters to siblings, mothers, fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, mentors, lovers, hair, bodies, cities, blackness.

There are letters on grief, love, healing, rejection, acceptance, inspiration… and the list goes on.

This little book of letters was read slowly, intentionally, and through the entire month of February. It was exactly what I needed and did exactly what I needed it to do.

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Maria Romasco-Moore – Some Kind of Animal

When I read the blurb for this book while standing in the empty aisle of a Dollar Tree, I thought it would have a sci-fi quality to it.

Mentions of a mother being “wild,” a sister who “lives in the woods” and eats rabbits raw, meeting with the sister at night to “run, fearlessly,” the sister who “attacks a boy from town,” and you can see why I thought this was a story about werewolves.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Was I disappointed that there was no shapeshifting under the full moon? Absolutely. Was I still nervously anticipating how the story would end? Absolutely!

While this wasn’t a story about wolf-human hybrids, it was a story about secrets, misunderstandings, family dynamics, and a feral twin sister that no one believed the main character had.

Jo, the main character (named after her mother, Jolene), was delivered to her grandmother’s front door the moment she was born. Her mother was dead. Killed, the locals suspected, by her now-imprisoned boyfriend (and suspected impregnator) who’d always had a bit of a temper and his brother who was subsequently run out of town.

When Jo was five, a girl appeared outside her bedroom window. A girl that looked just like her. She told her grandmother, and her grandmother told her she was lying. Everyone, from that moment until she was a teenager, told her she was lying about having a twin.

Jo would frequently go outside to meet her sister in the woods, where she lived. Now, who’d allow a single-digit child to wander through the woods alone at night is beyond me, but that’s how the story goes. Jo would bring her sister, who she called “Lee” (from the other half of “Jolene”), clothes and snacks and then spend hours running with her through the woods. But Lee never wanted to come inside, never wanted to meet Jo’s family or friends, never wanted to not be a wild child.

One night, as teenage Jo was kissing her crush on a bridge, Lee attacked. Maybe she thought he was hurting her sister, maybe she was jealous because Jo’d told her she couldn’t spend as much time with her at night anymore, but she took a chunk out of the kid with a bad heart and left Jo with a festering bite on her arm for trying to defend him.

There’s a pastor secretly sleeping with Jo’s aunt, who Jo lives with above the bar her aunt runs. There’s Jo’s best friend, Savannah, who is deliberately falling into the arms of the older brother of Jo’s crush who her sister attacked. There’s forced church attendance, a lady with an obsession with birds, a mother with a drug habit, a grandmother with an anger habit, running away, being stalked in a Walmart, camping out in the woods, actual murder, and a loving reunion to wrap it with a bow.

This wasn’t a book I couldn’t put down, but I enjoyed this one. Really. Couldn’t for the life of me predict how it was going to end (which is a good thing), but it held my attention, and I looked forward to reading whenever I picked it up.

It was a decent Dollar Tree read, though, and I hope it will find a good home after I donate it to my local thrift store.

Read anything good lately? How’s your 2024 reading list coming along? Let me know!

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