I still have dozens of priority books to read from my own shelves (including the four recent charity shop purchases below), and I’ve been building up a stock of Booker-longlisted titles on my Kindle through NetGalley to try to get through before the shortlist announcement … BUT now that I live in a district where library reservations are free, I haven’t been able to resist placing holds on a bunch of books I’ve been wanting to read.
LIBRARY BOOKS READ
- Raining Cats and Donkeys by Doreen Tovey: Thanks to Liz at Adventures in reading for the recommendation of Tovey’s cat books. I’ll save up a mini-review of this one for a future follow-up post on books about cats.
LIBRARY BOOKS CURRENTLY READING
- How Snow Falls: Poems by Craig Raine
- The Last Act of Love: The Story of My Brother and His Sister by Cathy Rentzenbrink [in advance of a September 20th event at Foyles, London I’ll be attending on grief in literature, featuring her and Michel Faber]
CHECKED OUT, TO BE READ
- The Malarkey (poems) by Helen Dunmore
- The Reason I Jump: One Boy’s Voice from the Silence of Autism by Naoki Higashida
- Kid Gloves: A Voyage round My Father by Adam Mars-Jones
ON HOLD, TO BE PICKED UP
- Late Fragments: Everything I Want to Tell You (about This Magnificent Life) by Kate Gross
IN THE RESERVATION QUEUE
- The Crime Writer by Jill Dawson
- Let Me Tell You about a Man I Knew by Susan Fletcher
- Hot Milk by Deborah Levy [Booker longlist]
- Thirteen Ways of Looking by Colum McCann
- Winter by Christopher Nicholson
- The House at the Edge of the World by Julia Rochester
- Maus: A Survivor’s Tale by Art Spiegelman [graphic novel]
- Golden Hill by Francis Spufford
- Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine Thien [Booker longlist]
- The Painted Bridge by Wendy Wallace
Words in Air: The Complete Correspondence between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell, edited by Thomas Travisano: I paused at page 140. I was enjoying this very much but am setting it aside because it’s an enormous book that I’ve had out from the university library for months and months, and I was making very little visible progress. Like Airmail, the collection of Robert Bly and Tomas Tranströmer’s letters that I read last year, it’s a delightful mixture of the two poets’ reading, writing, travels, and relationships, including their own burgeoning friendship. I need to get hold of a secondhand copy so I can read it at my leisure, a few letters at a time.