October was a fab reading month! I enjoyed diving into contemporary literary fiction, fantasy fiction for young readers, a memoir, a nonfiction book, a classic, and some YA.
Quite an eclectic month!
Books I read:
The following is one of my longest tallies this year. Actually, it might be my longest. Then again, quite a few of the books I read were rather short. Dewey’s 24-Hour Readathon also gave me a boost.
On the downside, my quest to read my own books crashed and burned in a fiery conflagration: Only one of 13 reads was culled from my pre-2016 library. That’s far short of the 50-50 split I’d intended. Oh well. There’s always November and December. (Hmmm, I seem to be running out of months…) Continue reading “The unabridged list of books read in October”
After finishing 
, I returned to 
I’m getting over a terrible cold that knocked me flat on my back for the better part of a week. It also side-tracked me from 
I also listened to 
and 
. I think I was assigned the former, at some point, and the latter, well, I’m guessing there’s little actual mirth involved.
, 
, and the short story “
.” Each is so shudder inducing in its own way that I’m a bit wary of tackling one of her longer works. Though her writing is so beautiful. I don’t know. I’m torn. 
by Stephen Crane, 
by Harold Frederic, the dreadful 
by Frank Norris. Reading these resolutely hopeless novels made me wonder how American earned her reputation for optimism. I can’t see it having been through her literature. 