2017 Book Roundup Part 1

Earlier this year, I made a public commitment to read more—ahem—variety. You see, I LOVE to read. My first degree is actually in English literature. I read pretty much every night before bed; in fact, if turn the light off without even flipping through a magazine, you know I’m exhausted.

But for the last couple years (while I was juggling school and work and life), I started having a lot of anxiety. (This would take a much longer post to get into, so this is a very abbreviated version.) With all the stress and anxiousness in my life, I wanted comforting things before I went to bed, so for the last 2+ years, I pretty much exclusively read the Harry Potter books. Over and over.

I was feeling much better at the beginning this year, and so in February, I decided I was going to put HP down for at least the remainder of 2017 and begin reading other things. A lot of people ask for book recommendations, and I love seeing other people’s book lists, so I thought I would share what I’ve read so far on here.

The Madwoman Upstairs by Catherine Lowell

I picked this book up at Target on a whim—I was drawn to the cover art and title, and then the description on the back looked good. The story is kind of literary mystery-romance, and it was a quick read that I really enjoyed. (Note: if you were an English major, you’ll probably love this book.) It’s the author’s first novel (she’s younger than me WHAT.), and I’m looking forward to what she’ll write next.

The Bookshop on the Corner by Jenny Colgan

OK, I am a total sucker for chick lit that is set in England, and Jenny Colgan has some of the best of that. Her Little Beach Street Bakery series is one of my favorites. This is probably my favorite book that I’ve read this year: it’s about a woman who moves to rural Scotland and starts her own mobile bookshop. I can’t wait to reread it.

Hemingway in Love by A.E. Hotchner

The last few years on my birthday, my best friend has gotten me a Snoopy birthday card and a book about Hemingway. I hope this tradition never ends. This is a super-quick memoir written by one of Hemingway’s friends who had a series of conversations between him and Hemingway recorded (at Papa’s request), and he published them after Hemingway’s last wife, Mary, died. It’s a really beautiful book and a great companion to A Moveable Feast (my actual favorite book).

Better Than Before by Gretchen Rubin

I personally don’t really care for nonfiction or self-help books, but nutrition books and books by Gretchen Rubin may be the exception. Her book The Happiness Project was really interesting and helpful, and I feel the same way about Better Than Before. It took me a bit to get through it, but I’m glad I stuck with it. I feel like I really learned a lot about myself and have begun to form ways to break not helpful habits and form helpful ones. Personally, I think everyone should read this book (or at least the Four Tendencies framework), and I’ve already loaned it out to one of my friends.

The Cake Therapist by Judith Fertig

I was really excited about this book (probably because of the cover), but to be honest, it was kind of a hot mess until about halfway through. I was interested in the story, but also was kind of unsure where it was going and whether or not the author had control of it. In the end, everything was wrapped up pretty satisfactorily, and I did find myself getting more intrigued in the second half of the book. I would say I liked it, but it’s definitely my least favorite book I’ve read this year.

I’m currently reading The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde, the first novel in the Thursday Next series. So far I really like it, and I’m sure I’ll include it in part 2 of this roundup (which I’m assuming will be this fall or summer). In the meantime, you can check my Instagram for what I’m reading (@lindseyholder) or look up the hashtag #lindseysbookshelf ❤

Books I’ve Been Reading: The Sun Also Rises

I was an English major in college, and I prided myself on thinking I was a better person than most people because I liked to read (anyone relate?). I mean, I didn’t actually think I was better than most people, but I really believed that because I liked to read—read good books, not trashy chick lit—I was somehow…smarter? More well-rounded? I don’t know, it sounds so gross to actually type out.

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