Well, April was almost as bad as March in terms of how many books I read. I only read 5, but I’m coming to terms with my unimpressive reading stats. Life is so full of so many other good things that I can’t complain.
In April, I read:
My Name is Not Easy by Debby Dahl Edwardson
Just Your Average Princess by Kristina Springer
Divergent by Veronica Roth
When Things Get Dark: A Mongolian Winter’s Tale by Matthew Davis
What Boys Really Want by Pete Hautman
3 female authors
2 male authors
1 nonfiction book
4 fiction books
1 main character of color (Luke in My Name is Not Easy is Inupiaq Eskimo.)
The best book I read was Divergent. Why do I always put off reading dystopian books that everyone raves about, thinking they don’t sound like I would enjoy them? I did it with The Hunger Games – which I loved – and I did it with Divergent, which is also amazing. The good thing is I don’t have long to wait for the sequel, since Insurgent came out May 1st. I haven’t gotten it yet, but it’s good to know I can read it whenever I get a chance.
Just Your Average Princess was ok, but pretty forgettable. I liked My Name is Not Easy, but I think I was expecting more. It’s also kind of hard for me to connect with books set during the 60s, for some reason. There was so little I had in common with Luke and the other kids that it was hard for me to grasp the significance of everything they went through. I liked What Boys Really Want well enough except that the name of the book in the book is just What Boys Want and the discrepancy bothered me more than it should have. It was a fun read but I’ve already forgotten most of it, so it was nothing outstanding.
When Things Go Dark elicited the most complicated feelings from me of any book so far this year. I lived in Mongolia for two years when I was little and have my own memories of the country. It’s such a unique place that it’s very strange for me to read someone else’s account of their time there. Some of it made me cry, from shared remembrance of things both positive and negative. There really is no sky like the sky of the Mongolian countryside and there are days when I feel homesick for it. It’s not the best book I’ve ever read, but if you ever want to know what Mongolia’s like, you need to read it. The author intersperses his memoir with accounts of Mongolian history and while I’m normally bored to tears by history, I wasn’t even tempted to skip over those parts. I learned a lot about why the country is the way it is from its history and also realized just how soon after the Iron Curtain fell my family lived in Mongolia. I would love to go back for a visit and see how accurate my memories are, as well as how much has changed. It would be eye-opening, to say the least. I think about Mongolia, the open countryside, the wildflowers, and whatever these things are (they’re a good 3 inches long; my brother would pick them up and carry them around attached to his shirt, much to my mother’s horror) at least once a week and When Things Go Dark rekindled my desire to go back and visit. Someday.
Until next month, happy reading!
(And just to be as incongruous as possible, in awkward juxtaposition with my account of books and Mongolia-reminiscing, here’s my most recent pole accomplishment, of which I’m ridiculously proud: iguana to planche).





