My Goodreads and Twitter peeps have been asking me lately why I haven’t been posting any book reviews lately. Well for starters, I have been reading, more so than usual. I just…. don’t.. feel like it. I know that is a terrible excuse, but honest to goodness, I really don’t. I’ve been reading A LOT now, since I have to suffer through the shit that is the TTC. To put it into perspective, just to get to my work is a bus, a train, the subway and another bus for a total commute time of 2 hrs, providing there are no delays (there are ALWAYS delays) You’re probably thinking why don’t you just find a job closer to where you live? THERE ARE NO JOBS WHERE I LIVE.
Anyway, here’s what I’ve read since the last time that I’ve posted about literature:
The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness
Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor
Lord of Shadows (Dark Artifices #2) by Cassandra Clare
Re-read Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins
I’m currently reading Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt. My mum has a habit of bringing me things that her customers give her (usually clothes but this time it was a shit ton of books) and I was like “Ew this looks so ancient NO THANK YOU” but then I stopped being judgmental by the stupid title and the weird as hell cover and read the synopsis.
Said creepy cover below:
And it goes like this:
Genteel society ladies who compare notes on their husbands’ suicides. A hilariously foul-mouthed black drag queen. A voodoo priestess who works her roots in the graveyard at midnight. A morose inventor who owns a bottle of poison powerful enough to kill everyone in town. A prominent antiques dealer who hangs a Nazi flag from his window to disrupt the shooting of a movie. And a redneck whose conquests describe him as a “walking streak of sex.”
These are some of the real residents of Savannah, Georgia, a city whose eccentric mores are unerringly observed-and whose dirty laundry is gleefully aired- in this utterly irresistible book. At once a true-crime murder story and a hugely entertaining and deliciously perverse travelogue, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil is as bracing and intoxicating as half-a-dozen mint juleps.
My first thought was what the heck is a mint julep. My second was what the shit this is a real place???? And the third was BLACK DRAG QUEEN???!!!!
So naturally I had to read it. I’m a little half way through and I still don’t know where the voodoo priestess fits into this but I’m hooked.
P.S. For the first time in over a week, I feel mostly human and can be happy and stand myself for more than 15 minutes at a time. BE HAPPY FOR THE SMALL THINGS, PEOPLE!