This week's reads: 1, 2, 3

Happy Monday, everyone! This morning's exclamation points and hyperbole is brought to you by an extra-large pot of coffee.

Can I just come out and say that I've felt like a terrible book blogger lately? I know, I know—I'm ridiculous, but hear me out. I haven't written a proper review since the end of May, opting instead to share fascinating facts or giant chunks of text in lieu of extensive commentary or analysis. I've read no fewer than six books so far this month and haven't told you anything about them (save for the aforementioned giant text chunks from Considering Hate). These poor, neglected reads remain un-starred and un-reviewed on Goodreads while I jump headfirst into new and enormous projects; House of Leaves and A Game of Thrones, here's to you, you crazy chunksters. These new and enormous projects are successfully defenestrating any half-coherent thoughts I had about my previous reads as I type. (Did I mention that I drank a lot of coffee this morning?)

All of this is to say that I'm doing a bunch of reading and not a lot of reflecting and reviewing. I knew this would happen, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating, since one of my blog's main purposes is to help me better remember and think about what I read. Here's to working on climbing back on that thoughtful reading and writing horse sooner rather than later. Here's a thoughtful reading and writing horse, because the internet:


Last week, I finished up The Wives of Los Alamos, Considering Hate (my thoughts/text chunks here), Murder on the Orient Express (which I ended up liking far more than And Then There Were None), and Citizen: An American Lyric. 

This week, I want to finish the forthcoming The Only Woman in the Room; it's been hovering at the halfway point on my Kindle for a couple weeks now, and I want to see how Pollack wraps things up. As I mentioned above, I plan to continue making (tiny, tiny) dents in A Game of Thrones, and, because I don't have enough pages on my plate, I've added House of Leaves into the mix. I've been itching for more horror since reading Bird Box, plus it's Julianne's favorite. How can I go wrong?