Here’s what I’m reading now.
The reviewers keep comparing THE SILENT WIFE to GONE GIRL, and while I understand the thread of the connection, this book doesn’t remind me all that much of GONE GIRL …. except that I can’t put the damn thing down. It’s a well-written, smart, slow-burning psychological thriller, the best I’ve read this year. If you’re not reading it yet, you should be.
I’m rereading BLACK BEAUTY, my favorite book when I was 10 and 11 years old. We’d rented a farm house and the owners kept their horses — two Tennessee Walkers and a Quarter Horse — out back and I pretty much lived in the pasture and barn with them. I must have read this book 20 times that year. How could I have forgotten it’s written in Black Beauty’s voice, a memoir?
Last year’s collection was a little dry for me. Not this year. You’ll know what I mean when you see Cheryl Strayed’s introduction, which says in part: the invisible, unwritten last line of every essay should be “and nothing was ever the same again.” By which I mean the reader should feel the ground shift, if even only a bit, when he or she comes to the end of the essay. Also, there should be something at stake in the writing of it. Or, better yet, everything.
The role of women in Hitler’s Germany. It’s been a long time since I’ve read a good, original nonfiction account World War II. This one is a finalist for the 2013 National Book Award, and it’s written as the author’s quest to find out “how in the hell did that happen?” An excellent story with frightening facts.
What’s on your bedside table this Fall?