September was the month we spent enjoying the last few days of summer. We got out into the trees and the mountains and I remembered how invigorating it is to get away from all the racism and Trump’s Twitter account and (if I’m honest) other humans in general.
It follows, then, that September was also the month I said, “fuck it, we’re eloping.”
My wedding countdown just lost 119 days and ican’tfreakingwait.
Books I read in September:
- China Rich Girlfriend, by Kevin Kwan
Not as good as Crazy Rich Asians, but enjoyable nonetheless. It kind of made me want to start using Hokkien slang in my day-to-day life, except that I can’t remember any of it and wouldn’t pronounce it correctly anyway. - The Course of Love, by Alain de Botton
This destroyed me in the best possible way. Everyone wanting to spend their life with another person should read this. - Vinyl Cafe Turns the Page, by Stuart McLean
I’m not usually one for short stories, but because these were all connected I loved it. I laughed out loud on numerous occasions. - Small Great Things, by Jodi Picoult
This is the second time in a month I’ve been destroyed by a book. Everyone should read this too. - Endgame: The Calling, by James Frey
I wanted so badly to figure out the puzzles in this book, but I was three years late to the party and, let’s be honest, who has the time? - The Secrets You Keep, by Kate White
The main character in this book reminded me of my French bulldog. She was like an ADD dog with a bone, and really wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. Is it still a plot twist if everyone except a fictional character sees it coming? Still, it kept me entertained on the bus, so I can’t complain too much.
