And then I blinked, and it was November!
I had a pretty bleak October. My mental health was awful. But luckily, I’m feeling much better now, and have my first therapy session in years this week. I am very excited to talk about myself for a while.
My reading has been a little disjointed. I’m finding it difficult to focus, so I’ve started about four novels and put them down again. I’m still reading a short story every day, and I just wrapped up Charlie Jane Anders’ wonderful collection, Even Greater Mistakes. Some truly gorgeous stories in there, but my favorite was The Time Travel Club.
I loved Flowers for the Sea by Zin E. Rocklyn. Feminism, peril, sea monsters, and a woman about to give birth to an odd baby? Sign me up. I devoured the two-hour audiobook, expertly narrated by Amina Koroma, in one sitting. And you should too!
Let me turn my E. Lily Yu megaphone back on to remind you that On Fragile Waves is an incredible novel, but Yu also has a new Tor short story out, called Small Monsters. Very different from On Fragile Waves, but absolutely magical and funny.
I love Black Shuck Books. They publish wonderful short story collections faster than I can read them. But I did read the British Fantasy Award-winning The Watcher in the Woods, by Charlotte Bond. Five wonderful, terrifying stories, all completely worthy of your time.
Coming in 2022
I have already read two books that will be released next year, and they have set an incredibly high bar. I think fans of Barbara Comyns and Penelope Mortimer will love Very Cold People, by Sarah Manguso.
And the hype for Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield is REAL. Oh my word, it’s such a fantastic novel. Add it to your wishlists right now.
I received a copy of The Fell by Sarah Moss yesterday, and I can’t wait to get stuck into that. But my NetGalley deadlines means I have a couple of other books to finish first. I’m halfway through Defenestrate by Renee Branum, which is incredibly quirky; it almost reads like a translated novel.
And I also have Credible: Why We Doubt Accusers and Protect Abusers, by Deborah Tuerkheimer. This is a fascinating book, but incredibly frustrating, as it recounts stories of abuse victims, and how an obscene number of abusers just get away with their crimes.
I’m also juggling The Discomfort of Evening, Beyond Black, Ring, and The School for Good Mothers. All of which are great, but my brain is just fried.
In Other News…
My husband and I are in the middle of buying a house. It’s very “The Blackwoods come to Sunny California”, and I pinch myself every time I look at it. And yes, I have details of a local customer bookshelf maker. I am attempting to refrain from buying any physical books until we move. Let’s see how that goes, shall we?
And I will leave you with a picture of my new purse. Yoshi make some incredible bookish bags, but they’ve really nailed it with this one.