I’ve hit the wall, folks.
Why, why do I have all this nonfiction on my TBR list? What was I thinking? I read nonfiction sooooo sloooooooowly! It’s insanely frustrating. I’ll be five years completing my to-reads at this rate. Ugh. Also 100 pages before I give up? Why on earth did I feel the need to be so generous? Particularly with 820 books to read? Sorry, dumping that guideline, too.
Gloves are off. I need to deal with this list Kondo-style because life is too short to have a TBR list this long. I will focus on the books that make me spark with joy and can be vertically folded and stored in a dresser.
Whining out of the way, here’s the update:
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey. I’m glad I finally got around to this one. I enjoyed it more than I enjoyed the movie. And yet, it still left me a little cold. There are some inspired passages, but on the whole it didn’t do much for me.
The Decline and Fall of the British Aristocracy by David Cannadine. I just couldn’t! I’m sorry! It’s huge and I’m slow and I have a life to live!
A Partial History of Lost Causes by Jennifer DuBois. I’m not sure why this was on my list, to be honest. I mean, it looks like a novel with an interesting hook, good characters, and from what I read it’s got a nice style, but it’s just not my thing, and it didn’t grab me. The story is about a woman whose father wrote a letter to a Russian chess champion, and never received a reply–so she sets out to find the chess champion to get her father’s questions answered.
The Uninvited Guests by Sadie Jones. I remember why this one was on the list. It got a ton of attention and positive reviews when it first came out, with a lot of praise given to the cracking dialogue and inventive storyline that gets wilder and wilder. I could not get into it at all, I’m afraid, even though it has the tone and feel of Edward Gorey.
Young Lonigan by James T. Farrell. Another case of why did I want to read this? Did I hear about it because it influenced another book? Was I reading a lot about tough neighborhoods in the early 20th century? Because it was considered an offense to morals when it was published and I was curious? Never mind, it doesn’t matter–it didn’t grab me at all.
So yeah. Sorry to be a Debbie Downer this time around, but man. No wonder some of these have been on my list for so long. I’ll give Mark Haddon’s The Red House a try next, along with a biography of Julia Child called Dearie.
According to Goodreads I’ve got 819 books to go. I have lost track of which ones I’ve actually read, which ones I didn’t like and gave up on, and which ones I’ve just booted without a second thought. I’ll tally at the end of 2017 and not bother thinking about it now.
Surely I must be coming up on books I’m just dying to read! Or happy surprises! I really do want to read more than I discard. We’ll see how it goes.