This week was a bit of a slog for me. I’m not racing through things, so it was a light week, relatively speaking. Here’s what I read:
Lucy Peale by Colby Rodowsky: After Lucy and her sister meet some boys on the boardwalk at Ocean City, she ends up pregnant after being raped by one of them. Kicked out by her fundamentalist father, she ends up living under the boardwalk until she meets Jake, an aspiring writer who takes her in. The two form a friendship as she deals with her pregnancy.
I read this book many times as a child, and I had a sudden urge to re-read it recently. I was pissed when I realized I’d gotten rid of my copy, and distraught when I found it’s not in my library system. I had to ILL it, and it was worth it. It’s a strange little book, but I can’t separate my nostalgia from it, so it holds up for me.
The Breakdown by B.A. Paris: Cass saw a car breakdown on a deserted road on her way home one night and felt guilty when she didn’t stop. She felt much worse when the next morning, she found out the woman in the car had been murdered. But she’s also got problems of her own, like where she put her keys and why she can’t remember inviting people over for dinner. As she grapples with the fact that she might be sinking into early onset dementia.
I listened to this on audio, and it was some hot garbage. I didn’t expect it to be good, but I did expect it to be entertaining, much like Paris’s first effort Behind Closed Doors. It was not. A flimsy plot that doesn’t hold up to literally any scrutiny, a whodunit that’s obvious from the second chapter, and nonexistent character building. It was so DUMB. UGH.
Wedding Toasts I’ll Never Give by Ada Calhoun: Part memoir, part essay collection, Calhoun provides different speeches about marriage. Combining insights from her own marriage as well as information from experts across multiple fields, Calhoun aims to provide “toasts” that would be horrifying to hear at an actual wedding but are full of truths all the same.
Sweet and at times very slight, this was a quick read. Calhoun’s got some interesting insights into the institution, and she’s unflinchingly honest about her own humanness and what that means (sometimes she slips). I had a bit more trouble with the transitions from her personal recollections to the quotes and insights of experts, but on the whole it was an interesting read about marriage.
What did you read this week?