A couple of weeks ago, I went to the launch event for Laura Jane Williams’ second book, Ice Cream for Breakfast, and it was… incredible.
Is it too late to write posts about 2016? I mean, it’s still January, so…
I really wanted to do a post about the books that stuck with me the most last year. In case you’ve been keeping up in any capacity, at the start of 2016, I gave myself a goal to read 15 books in 2016 through the Goodreads Reading Challenge, and suffice to say, I did it! Just over a book a month may seem miniscule to some, but I think I can count on one hand the amount of books I read in 2015 (if that), so it feels nice that I went out of my way to make it happen. I used to devour books as a teen, but in the age of YouTube and Netflix, it often feels so much easier to opt for visual stimulation than picking up a book… especially when you can scroll through social media while you catch up on your favourite show.
Anyone who reads my blog or knows me in real life probably knows that I’m obsessed with Gilmore Girls. So when I found out that one of the stars, Lauren Graham, published a book a few years ago, there’s no way I wasn’t going to pick up and have a read. I also heard on the grapevine that Lauren Graham is releasing a memoir at the end of November, which I’ll definitely be picking up when it comes out.
Someday, Someday, Maybe is Graham’s debut novel, based on a fictionalisation of her experiences as an actress in the New York in the mid-90s. Franny is an exasperated actress with just six months left on the deadline she set herself three years ago. However, all she has under her belt are commercials for laundry detergent and ugly Christmas sweaters, and a fruitless waitressing job.
I don’t know about you, but these past months have absolutely flown by! It feels like just yesterday I was giving you guys my first quarterly round-up, and here we are, end of June, and I feel like I’ve barely blinked. But we’re here now, so without further ado, let’s talk about what I’ve been reading this quarter!
The house is telling her to go: her allotted time is up, it’s someone else’s turn.
Moving, by Jenny Éclair, starts as Edwina decides that her house of fifty years is too big for her and calls an estate agent to come value it. As they walk through each room of the house, the memories come flooding back to her. Flashbacks from her past are laid out before us, and the secrets start pouring out. Happy, scandalous and downright tragic secrets.