Yeah. About that. I read a grand total of 4/10 of the titles on my TBR and managed to only complete one additional Read Harder task.
First, about halfway through the month, life happened. This is also my excuse for the fact that my Bout of Books posts sort of petered out. I can report that I did succeed in fitting in 24 hours of reading during a week, but I never got around to putting together a wrap-up post. Quick summary: It was great! I read a lot! I’m bad at social media!
The real reason all my plans were for naught? I fell hard down the Elena Ferrante rabit hole. My original plan was to just read The Story of a New Name this month, knock out a few of the other titles on my TBR, and then maybe get back to Ferrante in June. Instead, I powered through the series in about two weeks, only fitting in other books via audiobook because I couldn’t read the Ferrante on my commute. I’ve have to say, it felt great to immere myself into something like that. It’s been a long time since I was so engaged with a series that it took over my reading life like that.
- Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson. Funny but uneven. My review is here.
- Lady Susan by Jane Austen. This is Austen at her snarkiest, and I kind of loved it. My review is here.
- The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky. After four months, I finally finished this sucker! I won’t be writing a review because good lord was it a slog, and I don’t have it in me to spend another minute on this book.
- The Story of a New Name by Elena Ferrante. Guys… these books are just so good. I don’t have my thoughts together enough to write a review yet. Hopefully, one will be forthcoming.
- A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle. To fill the Sherlock shaped hole in my life, I figured I’d go back and read the first of Doyle’s books. I liked it! See my review here.
- Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay by Elena Ferrante. Again, so good! I’ll review some day.
- The Story of the Lost Child by Elena Ferrante. Please see numbers 6 and 4 above.
- One Summer by Bill Bryson. This was my post-Ferrante hangover helper. Bryson is always hilarious, and he was a great guide to the weirdness of America in the 1920s. Review to follow.
So in spite of my complete failure at the TBR, May was a really good reading month. I want to harness that “read what you crave” energy from the Ferrante books, so there won’t be a June TBR.
Happy readings all!