No, I do not actually believe I will read all of these books this month. I won’t even come close. But making this TBR pool is just for fun–not some kind of means of cracking the whip. I won’t even guarantee I’ll stick strictly to this list; if my moods take me in completely different directions, so be it.
(The couple not shown are ebooks.)
But this is a pile of books that are currently calling to me:
*Deadly Beautiful: Vanishing Killers of the Animal Kingdom by Liana Joy Christensen.
Why: Because I’ve already started it and am frankly enjoying the hell out of it.
It begins: “Personally, I always thought it was far more sensible to fear bees than sharks….”
*Survival in Auschwitz by Primo Levi.
Why: Technically for homeschooling. But I’ve wanted to read it for quite some time. It will be my first of Levi’s books.
It begins: “It was my good fortune to be deported to Auschwitz only in 1944, that is, after the German Government had decided, owing to the growing scarcity of labour, to lengthen the average lifespan of the prisoners destined for elimination; it conceded noticeable improvements in the camp routine and temporarily suspended killings at the whim of individuals.”
*A Human Being Died That Night: A South African Story of Forgiveness by Pumla Gobodo-Madikizela.
Why: It was years ago that this book came to my attention through Eva, and I knew it was a book I needed to read. I finally thought of it during a library visit, and searched it out.
It begins: As I drove the last half-mile of the road that leads to South Africa’s notorious Pretoria Central Prison, I felt a dread unlike any I had felt in my earlier visits….”
*Stage Fright by Ellen Hart.
Why: Because I read the first two in this series in February and am still quite keen to read more of Jane’s sleuthing adventures.
It begins: “Torald Werness was annoyed….”
*A Killing Cure by Ellen Hart.
Why: It follows Stage Fright in the series, and I happened to see it at the library so I grabbed it.
It begins: “It was just the kind of evening Charlotte Fortnum loved….”
*Eating Wildly: foraging for Life, Love and the Perfect Meal by Ava Chin.
Why: Impulse grab from the library shelves.
It begins: “I am walking along a secluded wooded path in a park in Brooklyn–my favorite place to forage for wild edibles in the city….”
*Queer: A Graphic History by Meg-John Barker and Julia Scheele.
Why: Bought this one this Christmas money, and I can’t wait any longer to read it.
It begins: “Writing an introduction to queer theory poses something of a challenge….”
*The Canon: A Whirligig Tour of the Beautiful Basics of Science by Natalie Angier.
Why: I started this book years ago, and I was really enjoying it, but it got set aside due to other obligations. I’d really like to finally finish it. Luckily each chapter covers a different topic, so there won’t be any need for me to start the book over.
It begins: “When the second of her two children turned thirteen, my sister decided that it finally was time to let their membership lapse in two familiar family haunts: the science museum and the zoo….”
*Pandemic: Tracking Contagions, from Cholera to Ebola and Beyond by Sonia Shah.
Why: Because I just love reading about infectious disease. And I loved Shah’s book The Fever.
It begins: “Cholera kills people fast….”
*Sula by Toni Morrison.
Why: Hanging my head in shame, I must admit that I have not yet read anything by Toni Morrison and that needs to be changed.
It begins: “In that place, where they tore the nightshade and blackberry patches from their roots to make room for the Medallion City Golf Course, there was once a neighborhood….”
*I Have the Right to Destroy Myself by Young-Ha Kim.
It begins: “I’m looking at Jacques-Louis David’s 1793 oil painting, The Death of Marat, printed in an art book….”
*Food & Spirits by Beth Brant.
Why: I missed having a short story collection in my reading last month. And Beth Brant is one of my favorite short story writers in the world.
It begins: “Her face is wide, innocent, clear….”
*Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones.
Why: For Kristen’s #marchmagics event, which celebrates the works of Diana Wynne Jones and Terry Pratchett.
It begins: “I may as well start with some of our deep secrets because this account will not be easy to understand without them.”
*The Merlin Conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones.
Why: It’s the sequel to Deep Secret.
It begins: “I have been with the Court all my life traveling with the King’s Progress.”
*Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett.
Why: Also for #marchmagics.
It begins: “This is a story about magic and where it goes and perhaps more importantly where it comes from and why, although it doesn’t pretend to answer all or any of these questions.”
*The Gender Games: The Problem With Men and Women…From Someone Who Has Been Both by Juno Dawson.
Why: Just one of those books that I’ve wanted to read since I first heard of it on Simon’s youtube channel, SavageReads. It’s one of the books I bought this morning with the Barnes&Noble gift cards I got for my birthday.
It begins: “It was a balmy, sticky night in mid-July, the type of weather Yorkshire calls ‘close’.”
*Don’t Call Us Dead by Danez Smith.
Why: It sounds so incredible, and I’m in the mood for some poetry.
It begins: “somewhere, a sun….”
*Good Bones by Maggie Smith.
Why: As I said, I’m in the mood for poetry. And I just received this from my dear friend Chris as a not-birthday gift.
It begins: “It’s only technically morning….”
*My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness by Nagata Kabi.
Why: Because my library hold finally came in–yay!
It begins: “Here I am, twenty-eight years old….”
*So you want to talk about race by Ijeoma Oluo.
Why: Again, because my library hold finally came in–and again yay!
It begins: “As a black woman, race has always been a prominent part of my life….”
*11/22/63 by Stephen King.
Why: Okay, so I had totally planned to stop at 20, I really truly did. In fact, if I’d been able to pick up my library holds last evening instead of waiting for Rich to pick them up on his way home today, I would already have published this and not had a chance to add this one. (I haven’t because I want the first lines from those holds.) So what happens today–I discover a new-to-me book tuber (Liv J Hooper) whom I’ve fallen in love with so I’ve been doing a bit of a binge while I clean and type up some stuff for school. And despite the fact that I’ve had this book on my shelf since it first came out, listening to her talk about it was really the first time I’ve been tempted to actually pick it up. So what the hell, to the pile it goes.
It begins: “I have never been what you’d call a crying man.”
Yeah, guess I’d better get reading here…