Books #76 and 78 of 2017 were two I didn't enjoy very much. They were Heaven Looks a Lot Like the Mall, a YA title by Wendy Mass, and No One Knows, by J. T. Ellison. In both cases I pushed through to the end because I wanted to know what would happen, but I found both unsatisfying.
Book 79 was Bury Your Dead, by Louise Penny, number six in the Inspector Gamache series. I loved the setting, among the English-speaking community in Quebec City. I'm glad I stuck with this series.
Book 80 was Oh Pioneers! by Willa Cather. Cather is brilliant at describing the setting, and as one of her characters says, against that backdrop, "there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before, like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over thousands of years."
Book 81 was a reread, Beauty: A Retelling of the Story of Beauty and the Beast, by Robin McKinley. This is such a lovely book, a pleasure to read.
Book 82 was Saints for All Occasions, by J. Courtney Sullivan, a story of an Irish-American family in Boston and what happens to them after the death in the first chapter of the oldest son sets in motion a series of unveilings of long-suppressed family secrets. I found this extremely absorbing and loved the way the different characters were portrayed. We know each other so little!
Book 83 was painful to read, partly because it helped me know someone better who is very dear to me and who told me that she found this book an accurate portrayal of symptoms she has experienced. The main character suffers from anxiety, intrusive thoughts (what she calls "invasives"), and compulsive behavior. The book is John Green's new release, Turtles All the Way Down. I had to stop reading frequently to cry and get lots of hugs. The descriptions were so vivid that I was plunged fully into Aza's reality. I could hardly bear it. I can hardly bear that anyone suffers like this.
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