I never did go back and talk about the March books. There were some great things in there, not least a blank verse werewolf novel. I know, right. There was also a Zadie Smith. I seem to enjoy every other novel she writes, Swingtime was a good un, far more enjoyable than the Ulysseslite of N-W.
Anyway, April:
Educated- Tara Westover
Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle - Stuart Turton
Moneyball - Michael Lewis
Normal People - Sally Rooney
I meant to join a bookgroup that was reading Educated. I didn't bother. But I read their book, which I believe is the opposite of people that are in bookgroups. Educated was scary, it was an autobiography of someone roughly my age, but it read like a cartoon.
Seven Deaths was ace, it had me on the edge of the proverbial seat, largely as I had no idea what was going on.
Talking of having no idea what was going on: Moneyball. It's one of those books you're supposed to have read, right? The fact that I know nothing about baseball (It's just rounders in uniform, right?), meant that I didn't understand about ten percent of it and didn't care about another twenty. Still found it quite interesting which probably says a lot about Michael Lewis.
And Normal People was brilliant. Entirely not what I would normally read, but brilliant. If I say too much more about it I'm going to sound like a literary critic and that was never the idea.
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