October isn’t over, yet but my Book Club reads are
close enough to get this post done and done.
Pints and Prose (Greece Public Library)
The
Winter People by Jennifer McMahon. I finished this one in September so it was in
my last wrap up post. It started off pretty strong with a lot of wonderful
feelings of creepiness and dread. But then it ended up meh, in general. I
really liked the writing. There was just a lot going on in it, like the author
was hoping it could cross all the genre lines. The general census in the book
discussion was also meh, because some people loved the hell out of it and two
people put it down without finishing. I’m not planning on reading the November
book but I haven’t decided to abandon this gathering, yet. The group is a little
too large to be really invested though, so it’s the book club I’m most likely
to drop if I have to. I love the cidery, though.
Read Women (Gates Public Library):
This month’s pick was My Name is Memory by Ann Brashares. In this book, there is a man
who remembers each of his past lives and is always on the lookout for the soul
of a woman he fell in (questionable) love with during his first go around. The
discussion is tomorrow night. It ends in such a way that there should be a
sequel but it’s not part of a series. I’m still pissed about the ending,
actually, now that I remember it.
The two categories for October were A comic book
written or illustrated by a person of color and a book of true crime. I’m using
that awful book about the Fundamentalist Mormon church dude for my true crime.
I think it was called Losing Innocence
or something like that. It was a book
club book earlier in the year and I’m glad that I can double dip with it. It
was awful. I kept having to remind myself that the writer was traumatized and
that she may have also really wanted the book to highlight her attempts to seek
help during her time on the compound. But jeez. It was awful. Also, the content
was hard to read due to the assault, etc. Oh, I’m going to use Black Panther for my comic. Or Monstrous.
"Regular" Book Club
I should really think of a better name for this group... I’m still reading this book. It’s called Between Earth
and Sky, written by Amanda Skenandore. It’s the story of a white woman, Alma, who
grows up at a school formed so assimilate First Nations children into “civilized”
life. Alma’s father runs the school and
she is torn between his white men know what’s best and her increasing
understanding the “redskins” are being stripped of their rich and valid cultures.
As an adult, she learns of an old classmate being accused of murder and she
sweet talks her husband into helping with the investigation. I teeter twice per
page, rolling my eyes at Alma, the quintessential well- intentioned naïve white
woman who really is trying to learn and do her best. The book alludes to a
falling out with her friends after they finished school and a falling out with
her father. I’m hoping it’s not leading to a ho hum reveal. I’m also hoping the
marriage stays intact, because jesus, why do books hate marriage so much? Update: Here's the link to the full review. Apparently, I'm writing reviews again. Who knew!?
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