Books We Read: November
Riding in Cars with Boys has been on my bookshelf since 2013 when I was 18 and really into riding in cars with boys and other miscellaneous sneaky adventures. Thankfully, I didn't end up like Beverly - a high school grad (barely), pregnant, denied college, dating an idiot, living in a shithole without nets on the windows, and having my mom come to clean my house for me. Well, scratch that, I would love for my mom to come clean my house for me now. Anyway, Beverly Donofrio's memoir is such a well-written hilarious book that it will have you highlighting passages to share later with your friends and sending photos of full pages to your high school best friend at 1 am. She writes about becoming a teen mom when all you want to do is hang out with friends, raising a child when you're broke, caught up with drugged out hippies, and finally figured out the whole "exploring your sexuality" business, and finally, going to college and trying to make something out of your life. A definite must-read. If you don't seriously lol at least once, there's eomthing wrong with you.
Have you ever tried really hard to read a book because the plot sounds interesting, or maybe just secretly for guilty pleasure (ahem, Twilight, ahem), or maybe you wanted to let your brain relax a little bit before you start up War and Peace (again) but you just couldn't read it because the writing style was just so horrible that it physically hurt? Well, Amanda Wakes Up is that kind of book. In theory, it sounds interesting enough for a Sunday afternoon. It was compared to The Devil Wears Prada and called "wickedly funny". It's about a young woman reporter who makes it to the big leagues landing a coveted morning anchor slot, which should be relevant and interesting in this day and age. But this book was so awful, we couldn't make it past the first 100 pages. And we tried - we still have the good ol' English major spirit of giving a book a chance to get better, giving the writer a chance to make the story worth reading...but that time never came. Don't even pick it up. Don't even look at it. You're better than that.
Miss taking acid recreationally because now you're an adult with responsibilities? Miss workshopping (high af) some crazy-ass fiction from your junior creative writing class in between rants about consumerism and identity with the dude across the hall who wears his socks to the dorm bathroom? Well, You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine will help the nostalgia. If you melt acid, Twin Peaks, Margaret Atwood, Holy Hell, Costco, and some British documentary about anorexia together, you'd have this book and you could take it on the train to get properly messed up before work. We don't even know how to describe the plot. Basically, just read it. Now. Read it now.
Raise your hand if you're an introvert and prolonged exposure to the human race makes you really, really, tired? The Introvert's Activity Book is great to do yourself or give to a friend - it's filled with pages to color, quizzes, adorable illustrations, etc. This is reminiscent of the notebooks with questionnaires we used to make in elementary school and pass around, except you don't have to share this one or even show it to anyone. Ever. Great for gifts, and great for the "I'll journal more" New Year's resolution that usually doesn't last more than a day.