I seem to have read a lot of forgettable rubbish lately. I'm embarrassed to include some of them in my list, but here they are:
Book #39 of the year was NOT forgettable rubbish. It was a reread, Invitation to Tears: A Guide to Grieving Well, by Jonalyn Fincher and Aubrie Hills. I am sure I will read it again at some point. It is a quick and helpful book.
Book #40 was Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures, by Amber Dusick. I really liked her book on marriage, which I thought was hilarious, but this one was just so-so. This could be because I read a lot of it in waiting rooms and exam rooms during my whole summer biopsy scare.
Book #41 was Bossypants, by Tina Fey. There was some good stuff in this book. This blog post by Jonalyn Fincher on how Tina Fey taught her to love her body put the book on my radar, and I enjoyed that section of the book. I also liked the parts where Fey talked about her stint playing Sarah Palin. But most of this one didn't make much sense to me because I hadn't seen any of the movies or shows it talked about.
Book #42 was The Furious Longing of God, by Brennan Manning, another exception to the forgettable label, and another one that I'll read again. I love Manning's focus on grace, grace, grace. God loves us so much!
Book #43 was Harvesting the Heart, by Jodi Picoult. Just OK.
Book #44 was Little Earthquakes, by Jennifer Weiner. Not good. Don't bother with it.
Book #45 was Dead Time, by Stephen White. I enjoy this series of thrillers about a clinical psychologist and the messes he gets himself into. What I like best about them is their ongoing character development. This one was pretty good.
I'm reading All the Light We Cannot See right now, so things are looking up for my reading.
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