Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking – Susan Cain
The Psychopath Test – Jon Ronson
To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
Still Alice – Lisa Genova
The Sculptor – Scott McCloud
I Remember Nothing – Nora Ephron
Dead Wake – Erik Larson
An Age of License – Lucy Knisley
Okay, this month was a bit of a flop for me, reading-wise. Where last month I was diligent with the small book buys, and great with the reading one book at a time (which results in MORE reading! Amazing!) this month, I dropped the ball, hard.
Due to non-related issues, my month was a bit of a mess, and it made my desire to read almost non-existent. At the very beginning of the month, I was still in awesome-mode from February and treated myself to Quiet, The Psychopath Test and To Kill a Mockingbird during the first week of March. Around that same time, I started Scott McCloud’s new book, The Sculptor. McCloud is famous for Understanding Comics, a guide to how to read and absorb comics, which appears on syllabi for university comics courses. A friend of mine was raving about it, but sadly, I didn’t feel the same. Though I didn’t dislike it, I felt indifferent. The art was nice, but the story felt slightly one-dimentional to me. I should probably say that I read this in a less than ideal mood, so perhaps my issues with it were no fault of it’s own.
Next I started Dead Wake, because I had the chance to meet Erik Larson when he visited Toronto for book events. I gave myself two weeks to read the book, which is 350 pages full of very detailed facts about the sinking of the Lusitania. Then, I failed miserably. It took me three weeks to get through this, but not because it was boring, because it was excellently researched and I wanted to follow along as best I could. Larson introduces a plethora of characters, and with my minimal amount of time to read this month, keeping tabs on them after only 20 pages or so a day was tough. But, that being said, whether you are a Larson fan or not, this was a spectacularly realized tale of a hundred year old tragedy. As a kid, I was obsessed with the Titanic, and this hit the same chords. It had the details of a traditional non fictional story, but the pacing of an adventure thriller.
During my Dead Wake reading, I had one of those “not-getting-out-of-bed-for-anything” days and needed a comfort read. I read Nora Ephron’s I Remember Nothing on and off all day and it was exactly what I needed. Ephron has the perfect combination of sharp wit, clever humour and tenderness. I wrote all about the pleasures of devouring a book in a day (and specially, Ephron’s book) here!
Lastly, with just a few days left in the month, I read Lucy Knisley’s An Age of License. I read her book, French Milk a few years ago and though I enjoyed the art, I wasn’t in love with the flow. I felt more like I was reading someone’s diary than a travelogue. This one was much more my style. Knisley is a fantastic artist and I love how she focuses on being honest about her everyday life. Her art is wonderful and her vibrant personality shines through in her work. I’m looking forward to reading more of her books.
And that, folks, is it! I’m hoping for better flow with my reading in April but only time will tell!