I had been planning to go season by season, but last year was a carnival ride stuck on fast forward, or a better metaphor for the fact that way too much happened in way too short a time span. Also I barely read any books apparently, so there’s that.
Here is a brief look at each of the other books I read until the end of the year, or, at least, the ones I remember. And I barely remember anything.
Puddin’ by Julie Murphy
I liked it! A worthy sequel to Dumplin’. It humanized that one girl. The one on the right on the cover. Can’t remember her name, but whatever – the main kinds of sequels I want are where, in the first one, there’s some inexplicable villainous girl/woman, and in the sequel, she learns to not be so villainous by making a bunch of female friends. Big recommend for this one if that’s also your thing.
Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado
Loooooooved this. It was very disturbing. I love feminist fantasy short stories and this one was very very good. The one retelling of the girl with the black ribbon around her neck was the standout for me.
Columbine by Dave Cullen
Here’s where things get depressing. There are no words to describe this book adequately, but I think that if you’re alive in the twenty-first century you should read it. It injects a lot of nuance and spends most of its time correcting mistruths about the Columbine shooting that have become cultural myths. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for a long time afterwards.
God Help the Child by Toni Morrison
This is only the second Morrison book I’ve read. I’ve also read The Bluest Eye, which was horrifying and unforgettable, and her first novel. This one is her final novel. It’s amazing. She was amazing. I’m still unsure how I never encountered her books in school. I took “Contemporary Literature,” I took “American Literature,” I read a whole bunch of Arthur Miller in high school which, in retrospect, is ridiculous. Come on, now, English curricula-makers.
The Suffragette Scandal by Courtney Milan
This one closed out The Brothers Sinister series. It may have been my least favourite. I think the love interest was a little too self-hating for my tastes – but just a little bit. And still, being my least favourite of the series doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. It’s great. I do wish that the covers of these books featured more era-appropriate dresses but WHATEVER.
Lucky Few by Kathryn Ormsbee
I really, really, really loved the first book I read by Ormsbee (Tash Hearts Tolstoy). This one was enjoyable, and I remember everything that happened in the first 2/3s of it, but I have no idea how it ended. And it has kind of annoyed me, because I can’t figure it out still. I’ll have to check.