Every summer, more or less, my sister Sonia and I have a book race. I don’t remember who started it, but Sonia can READ, so every year we tally up the pages of books finished and compare. The winner hasn’t been announced yet but I’m feeling good…
- The Accidental Tourist by Anne Tyler (can’t believe it took me so long to find her!)
- The Invisible Sex by J.M. Adovasio, Olga Soffer and Jake Page (nonfiction, check out my review on FGR
- Glory Be by Augusta Scattergood (children’s lit that I read for school–if you are in 4th/5th grade and want to read The Help, this book is a pretty good consolation prize) (also, that name!!!)
- Big Stone Gap by Adriana Trigiani
- Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (glad I read this, kind of.)
- Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi (another read for school and this book is SO WEIRD)
- In Search of Ancient North America by Heather Pringle (nonfiction, mostly about cave art, some conspiracy-ish theories thrown in and very fun to read)
- Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear (GIVE ME MORE MAISIE DOBBS!)
Not too bad a run for one summer. Not completed includes: The Monkey Wrench Gang by Edward Abbey, Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett, and A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin. The first two I gave up on; the last one I just couldn’t complete. And in the book race, only finished books count.
In other news, I’ve noticed a plethora of successful writers who are women with the initials J. W. Or, at least three: Jacqueline Winspear, Jeanette Winterson, and Jeanette Walls. What’s up with that?
