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Summer Reading Recap…just in time for the first day of fall!


Back in June, I wrote about the books I hoped to read over the summer, and for the first time ever (I think), I read every one. Usually a few get forgotten or replaced. A lot of my summer reading could be described as “light”–meaning that in the first ten days of summer I think I read five books. Many were page-turning mysteries, and without the pressure of an alarm clock in the morning, I often read well into the night, falling asleep with a book on my face.

I spent a lot of time in the Midwest, visiting family and friends in Ohio, and travelling around the perfection of northern Michigan with dear friends. My problem was finding adorable independent bookstores in every town I went to (Glen Arbor, Traverse City, Petoskey, Harbor Springs) was my limited ability to pack the books into my carry-on to get them home! I think I walked away with 3 new books from northern Michigan. I was able to get out to eastern Long Island to soak up the beach with family for a few days–and being from a family of readers, covered some serious pages oceanside.

Since the fall has (almost) started, I’m ready to jump into a reading life that feels a bit more weighty–there are so many great books that have been published recently. But here are my summer highlights, if you are looking for your next book:

Mysteries: These were mostly escapist reads–none quite living up to my personal standard of Tana French, but enjoyable nonetheless.

The Girls by Emma Cline, My Sunshine Away by M.O. Walsh, You by Caroline Kepnes, Before the Fall by Noah Hawley, Still Life by Louise Penny, The Lake and the Lost Girl by Jacquelyn Vincenta, The Good Girl by Mary Kubica

Memoir: I think I need to add more memoirs to my to-be-read pile, because I have been loving this genre.

The Best We Could Do by Thi Bui: This graphic novel was an impulse buy from The Strand one night that shares the story of the author’s family’s immigration from Vietnam to the United States. Reading stories like this is so vital to broadening our perspectives and finding common humanity. Definitely worth reading.

I’m Supposed to Protect You from All This by Nadja Spiegelman: I’ve read quite a bit of Spiegelman’s dad’s work (Maus is a graphic novel telling the story of his family during the Holocaust), but knew very little else about him. His daughter’s book was an engaging, thought provoking memoir about the relationship between mothers and daughters–I read it in two days.


Tender by Belinda McKeon, What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty, Bittersweet by Stephanie Danner, Father’s Day by Simon Van Booy, The Seventh Book of Wonders by Julia Baggott

Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese: I have no idea how I missed this book when it was published in 2010, but it shot to my top ten books of all time and has become the book I most recommend. Set mostly in Ethiopia, it is a story of two twin brothers who grow up in an adopted family of medical professionals. It is about family, about medicine (and access to medical practices), about love, about loss. If you read one book from this list, this should be it.

Small Mercies by Eddie Joyce: This book tells the story of an Irish-Italian family from Staten Island from around the time the Verrazano Bridge went up until present day, that is partially centered around the loss of one of the sons, a firefighter, on 9/11. It’s told from the perspective of different members of the family, and just felt so honest and human. I wasn’t ready for it to end. 

Here I Am by Jonathan Safron Foer: More than a decade ago, I read Foer’s first two novels and loved them. He hasn’t written much fiction since (though reading Tree of Codes with a couple friends was amazing), so of course I was excited to read Here I Am, and better yet to read it with 3 friends. It could not be more different than his first two novels, which for me felt full of hope. Cynical is the word that kept coming to mind–which I guess isn’t that rare of a mindset shift from one’s early twenties to early forties? One I hope to avoid, but realistic? It was tough to get through at points, reading about the un-doing of the main character’s family as the oldest son is about the celebrate his bar mitvzah, but really interesting to discuss. He asks a lot of questions about what it means to be Jewish in the United States, after a mid-book plot curve that involves an international incident in Israel.

The Girls by Emma Cline or, Adolescence is the Worst?

As an 8th grade teacher, I get a front row seat to what most people remember as their most awkward/hated/embarrassing stage of life. I do a lot of thinking about girls and self esteem (and gender expectations/identity in general for all adolescents).

When I think back to middle school, I remember feeling relieved to purchase the hunter green GAP sweatshirt that everyone else seemed to have, and feeling grateful to have a lunch table to sit at, and being a part of a big group of girls who all dressed as Dalmatians for Halloween. I wasn’t the prettiest or the most popular in the group, I still had the layers of insecurities, and there was plenty of drama, but having a space and a group to figure all this out in made a difference. (I’m most grateful that none of this played out on social media).

The book The Girls by Emma Cline is set in 1970s California, and loosely based on Manson family lore. The protagonist is an 8th grade girl who is lonely, insecure, and looking for more. She ends up spending most of her summer before high school at a ranch where some girls she met live, very similar to the Manson ranch. The historical perspective, the suspense of the story and wondering if she would get caught up in the violence of the group kept me turning pages, but it was actually Emma Cline’s writing about adolescent girlhood that kept me underlining parts of this book that I initially thought would be escapist entertainment:

I waited to be told what was good about me. I wondered later if this was why there were so many more women than men at the ranch. All that time I had spent readying myself, the articles that taught me life was really just a waiting room until someone noticed you–the boys had spent that time becoming themselves. (28)

How desperately Connie and I thought that if we performed these rituals–washed our faces with cold water, brushed our hair into a static frenzy with a boar-bristly brush before bed–some proof would solve itself and a new life would spread out before us. (42)

That was part of being a girl–you were resigned to whatever feedback you’d get. If you got mad, you were crazy, and if . you didn’t react, you were a bitch. The only thing you could do was smile from the corner they’d backed you into. Implicate yourself in the joke even if the joke was always on you. (56)

That was our mistake, I think. One of many mistakes. To believe that boys were acting with a logic that somebody could understand. To believe that their actions had any meaning beyond thoughtless impulse. We were like conspiracy theorists, seeing portent and intentions in every detail, wishing desperately that we mattered enough to be the object of planning and speculation. But they were just boys. Silly and young and straightforward; they weren’t hiding anything. (56)

Connie studied me with cold wonder, like I’d betrayed her, and maybe I had. I’d done what we were not supposed to do. Illuminated a slice of private weakness, exposed the twitchy rabbit heart. (61)

I was stunned as I read these, and despite my relatively happy teenage years, by how much I could relate. And, I was shocked by how far into my twenties I still carried some of them–that was the shocking part. What I couldn’t stop thinking about (and talking about to anyone who would listen) was the notion that while girls spent time readying themselves for boys, boys spent that time just becoming themselves. And of course, some of this is part of growing up and learning–thank God for that–but there is a part of me that is jealous for that time; there’s a part of me who is still trying to figure out why I spent time trying to figure out what girls did that annoyed guys so I would never become “that” girl.

And so. Reflecting on my own journey of adolescence has made me really think about the girls I interact with each day, about my nieces, about my friends’ daughters. How are we, as adults, men and women alike, creating a world where girls get to just become themselves without fear of illuminating a slice of private weakness?

(As a side note, after processing this book, I also just finished My Sunshine Away, another mystery and coming of age novel told from the perspective of a grown man about a crime that was committed in his neighborhood in his adolescence. The same questions could actually be asked in regard to him–so the issue isn’t a gender one, necessarily, but one about adolescence and its echoes beyond. I responded to The Girls in regards to my own experience as a young woman.)

Summer Reading 2017

I’ve been in a season so far this year where I’ve wanted to escape into books, but the drive to write about them has disappeared for a little while. Since January there has been so much for me to work out in my regular life that writing about my reading life took a backseat. That being said, I’ve read some amazing books so far, and wanted to mention them in case you were looking for some perspective-changing books this summer. And, of course, I’ll share the books I’m planning on reading this summer–which, I think, will be a little bit lighter than what I’ve read most of this year. If this isn’t enough for you, I have ten summers of reading you can check out here. I wish you a summer that has a piece of this kind of joy:

Books I Loved, Should Have Written About, That You Should Absolutely Read

While I typed this I realized that the most poignant books I read so far this year were about race. For so many reasons, I think it absolutely necessary to read voices and perspectives that are not one’s own.  (I’m linking to amazon for ease, but by all means, please show some love for your local independent bookstore):

March Books 1-3 by John Lewis: I actually did write about this book. It gave so much history and context to the protests of the Civil Rights Movement. Brilliant.

Homegoing: Brilliant. Should be required reading for humans that chronicles the future generations of two girls from Ghana, one who stays and one who is sold into slavery.

The Underground Railroad: Powerful and necessary. Follows an escaped slave as she journeys north.

Born a Crime: Trevor Noah’s memoir was simultaneously laugh out loud funny and an important education about life in South Africa pre and post Apartheid

The Hate You Give: One of the best Young Adult novels I’ve read in a long time. This one tackles race in a nuaced, powerful way and I couldn’t recommend it more highly (also try pairing it with All American Boys–both should be required reading for teenagers and adults alike).

Summer Reading List

Many of these have been on my to-read list for a few years. I always lean more into mystery in the summer, and am looking for books that feel a little bit lighter than what I’ve been reading lately–literally and figuratively! These are all in paperback!

Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese

Father’s Day by Simon Van Booy

The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells by Andrew Sean Greer

The Unlikely Pilgrimmage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce

Small Mercies by Eddie Joyce

What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty

Tender by Belinda McKeon

I’m Supposed to Protect You From All of This by Nadja Spiegelman

My Sunshine Away by M.O. Walsh

Still Life by Louise Penny

You by Caroline Kepnes

The Girls  by Emma Cline

Read this now: March


March by John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, and Nate Powell has been on my list since I saw educators writing about it in the fall, suggesting it as a great graphic novel for teenagers. I finally bought it a couple weeks ago–around the time it shot to the top of the best sellers in light of the president saying that John Lewis was a man of all talk and no action.

The trilogy is Congress Representative John Lewis’s memoir of his work in the Civil Rights era, told in flashback as he attends Barak Obama’s inauguration. It tells not only his personal story, but the story of the movement and a lot of the nuances that aren’t a part of the simplified Civil Rights era with which most of us are familiar. There are scenes of brutality that even when told through small pictures took my breath away and I had to pause to grapple with our country’s history. I appreciated the inclusion of many famous speeches by leaders of the movement, politicians, and the people working against civil rights–it helped me understand the tensions and nuances of the era.

There was a particular series of panels that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, though. It was a scene with Robert F Kennedy where he tells John Lewis: “You, the young people of SNCC [Lewis’s organization], have educated me. You have changed me. Now I understand.” Lewis goes on to narrate: “It showed me something about Robert Kennedy that I came to respect: even though he could be a little rough–ruthless, some would say–he was willing to learn, to grow, and to change,” (Book 2, page 152)


It felt like this was a calling out–and I’ve been thinking a lot lately about one’s capacity to change–about my capacity to change, and about the times where I can look and see shifts in my own thinking. I never want to stop learning and I never want to stop reflecting: who am I? Who do I want to be? What is influencing who I am becoming? I want to ask myself these questions often and not be afraid to broaden my perspective, to grow as a human, to change–and I would encourage everyone to ask the same questions.

This series is a must-read. Period. I am so grateful to MyLibraryNYC who provided 9 copies of the series to share with my students–graphic novels are expensive to get into my classroom library and their teacher set has been making quite the circulation among my classes. Seeing students eager to learn about history, talk about history, talk about change and justice is the main thing that is keeping me sane these days.


A decade’s worth: my blog just turned ten.

Ten years ago (yesterday) I wrote my first blog post in an effort to do more thinking about my reading and to get comfortable with sharing my writing. For some context, my favorite dance songs included SexyBack by Justin Timberlake, SOS by Rihanna, and The Fray was having a hell of a year. This was the year iphones were introduced, the year I joined Facebook, and blogging was relatively new (and I was over at blogspot, where all the cool kids were at the time). For the record, I was also living in the only NYC apartment I’ve ever had with a dishwasher. I was 26.

Looking back, there were years I wrote a post every single Saturday and covered every single book I read. Other years, I was lucky to write once a month. What remains true, no matter how often I write, is that reading broadens my world and I can think of no better way toward empathy and understanding on the micro and macro levels.

Last January I gave myself a challenge to reread ten of the books I claim as favorites. I revisit books like Harry Potter and Anne of Green Gables on a regular basis, but not much else. The shelves of the bookstores are usually too tempting to slow down and linger in something I’ve already read. So, I wanted to revisit the books that impacted me the most–and I absolutely loved it. Revisiting my favorite books felt like spending time with a great friend I haven’t seen in years. It was also interesting to see look at old notes and things I underlined–how different parts resonated with me now, but some things things remained just as striking. Here’s a round-up of what I had to say throughout the year:

Hunting and Gathering by Anna Gavalda

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy 

The Waves by Virginia Woolf

Great House by Nicole Krauss

Everything Beautiful Began After by Simon Van Booy

The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery 

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi 

Beloved by Toni Morrison

If you’re going the math, you’ll realize I reread 9 books. I laughed out loud because I only realized it five minutes ago. When I decided to change up the last few books to diversify, I mixed up my counting. My over achiever self hates it, but the part of me that’s trying to give up a bit of control is laughing that I messed up an assignment I gave myself. I also had to accept that I didn’t write about Beloved (there is so much to think about and such an important book–I recommend it so much not despite of, but because of the devastating issues within it). I did write about it the first time around here.  Here’s to more grace in 2017!

Speaking of this year, my reading goal is to read more books that help me get to know perspectives and cultures different than my own, which I wrote about in my post about The House on Mango Street. I don’t think it’s naive of me to say that if we all read more, the world would be a better place.