November 2018

Still reading Sour Heart, 

but also here are some cool pieces that I liked:

  • Special Request by Malaka Gharib, the story of a Filipino woman and her family who, unfortunately for her, are searching to connect with each other and with a new European city through good old Chinese food as she herself wants only to be immersed in all things French.
  • I read a piece by Kenneth Kimes Jr., a killer who, working under the instruction of his mother murdered several people after a horrific childhood in a slave house. Into that sort of thing? He's a pretty good writer, despite being a shitty, disturbed human. Here it is.

October 2018

Finishing any book has been a challenge for the last few months. I actually didn't read much while traveling in Mexico and in Argentina, since it really looked mostly like this:

My days were running to get wifi to teach Spanish, walking 15,000+ steps a day, sweating lots, eating lots and spending too much money.

Before leaving I started but didn't finish Florida by Lauren Groff (which was actually super enjoyable and engaging). But, between the two trips, I actually read one novel called Little Fires Everywhere which I really enjoyed and started a book of "short stories" called Sour Heart which I absolutely adore. I stare at how she tells stories and I want to be this girl. Sour Heart brought me back to my immigrant childhood while reminding me that my family had it easy compared to families who truly went to the U.S. with nothing, only to be discriminated against. Like my family, the main character's nucleus is just a mom, a dad and a daughter who immigrate. They love each other to pieces, literally, as their relationship breaks while the plot gets more complex. Images of the three of them sleeping together, child in the middle, remind me of thunderstorms in the Kansas City fall in my parents' bed.

Being the Colombian classmate, I had it pretty easy and only tolerated a monthly cocaine joke, with my nationality affecting very little else in my life. Still, the story is darker than what the first few years of our immigrant life tell. More on that later? Maybe. I haven't quite finished Sour Heart, but I'm close. 

On my list for next month:

I'll be on lots of flights in 10 days and hope to read a tonnnnn.

September 2018

I ended up reading half of "The Good Immigrant" starting "Dopesick" and finishing nothing. This month I am embroidering more than I'm reading, watching lots of Netflix (everyone go watch "She's Gotta Have It"), and laying around. It's just what my body is asking for so that's what I'm gonna give it.

I'm traveling all next month and I think that will lead to a whole lot more reading. 

August 2018

This month, to start I'm reading Just Mercy for my book club. The meeting is this Sunday and I haven't started so I'm right on track, nice job, Ximena.

I also downloaded books that make me soooo excited.

  1. Dopesick: Dealers, Doctors and the drug company that addicted America
  2. Mr. Splitfoot (Which promises horror, sweet horror!)

Man, if I could get these three read this month...if only. *reaches out longingly*

UPDATE: I read NOTHING.

July 2018

This month, to start

Educated and Number One Chinese Restaurant. A memoir and a novel respectively. They're really fuckin' long so, who knows what's gonna happen.

UPDATE:

I Read Educated and felt like I needed to look up what Tara Westover looks like. Turns out, she looks like a normal blonde woman. She looks like a historian. She does not look like someone who was beaten and mentally tortured and brainwashed. Of course, I'm not really sure what that looks like. I don't know what I expected, but I was in awe all the same. This woman went through hell and still accomplished so much. It honestly made me want to go study a Master's! What? I won't do that just yet. I didn't get very far on Number One Chinese Restaurant, not because it's bad, but because I got sucked into looking up other books to read, and Educated was long as fuck.

We'll see if that drops off the radar or I pick up later. 

June 2018

It appears that I simply cannot wait to finish a book before starting the next. It's also probably entirely unnecessary. 

I started The Best American Short Stories edited by Junot Diaz, started passively reading Leaves of Grass, and made the font on my kindle smaller, cause that's what's going to kick my ass into action...*eyeroll*

While before I'd fear reading two books at once, now I'm reading ten or more. I listened to a podcast (can't even remember which) about Tayari Jones, where she was interviewed and spoke of her novel An American Marriage, and she sold it so well! So that's what I'm reading now. 

The beginning was difficult because it brought up fights and relationship issues which seemed to be leading to a breakup (but wasn't) and it was both moving and devastating. 

However, as the plot swerved and grew to be much more than a mere breakup novel, I found myself ignoring other tasks to be able to read. And that's where I am. Neglecting life to read about this couple.

Thanks, Tayari. I needed this.

Then, I read Grief Is The Thing With Feathers, which was mind-blowing. I went through every possible emotion in TWO DAYS. Then I cradled my kindle to my chest like a wittle baby I could comfort. But, really, I was the one needing comforting. Bra-fucking-vo. One for the books, hah, I'm hilarious.

I finished off with Sphinx, which I really really didn't like. That story was going nowhere and I (figuratively, cause I have a Kindle) closed the book for good at 70%. Still counts as a book, don't even try to tell me otherwise. 

May 2018

I've really been winging it this month with what I'm reading. I pick up my kindle when I have some time and read whatever catches my eye. 

I also sorted through a box of stuff I left behind before going to Asia and came upon a gem: This is how you lose her by forever bae, Junot Diaz. I read it in a couple days and felt so refreshed after. 

Junot Diaz has this way of making me feel incredibly understood, but also kind of turned on and insanely envious of how he can write all at the same time. I need that in a man. I love that in a book.

On the side, I'm still reading Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed slowly but happily. She's got that mom tone for sure, but that young mom that's like "if you wanna cheat, cheat, but deal with the consequences." 

My mom would say some shit like that.  I finished the book late in the month and was overall happy with it.

Finally, my book club is reading Being Mortal, which I was slightly afraid to read because everyone had started to mention in the group chat that it was super sad. I'm 8% through so far and it's super interesting! I also found a freakonomics epi in my podcast feed about it coincidentally so hoping to push through the book in the next 10 days and then give it a listen. 

----Update------

I didn't finish Being Mortal but I fully plan on doing so. I'm 45% through, didn't make it to the meeting because I was supporting my friend's coffee brand that night, and have put off finishing it now that the pressure's off. Ain't that always the case?

Time will tell.

April 2018

Didn't finish a single book last month. I've started about four books and am now working hard on Book Club's Ready Player One, which I totally want to see in theaters once I'm done. 

Though... Spielberg makes things wayy too flowery (think: The Color Purple). 

Every other book I read this month will be the cherry on top... if I even get a cherry. 

#tired #nottravelinganymore #nolongcommutes 

                     


March 2018

I am over two weeks into March and have not read at all, pretty much. I started reading a book called "Woman Code" suggested by my cousin. It's also very "follow these rules which will save your life!" which I have a hard time digesting, but it's been very on point with facts on the circumstances we find ourselves in after decades of hyper-prescribed birth control. 

My book club is reading Lolita, but I read that ages ago and all I can say is: OMG, tongue in eyeball nightmare.

We'll see what happens as I ease into being back in Medellin, having a full schedule, and trying to read as well.

February 2018

After Bukowski, I was ready for more. I found three recommendations online on various news feeds (mostly on Instagram) : The Power, and Brave, and The Best Place To Work. I was recommended the dystopian novel Exit West and I finally got to my friend's recommendation from months ago, Antifragile. I'm finishing the last one and will be updating at the end of the month.

The Power- Naomi Alderman

Brave- Rose McGowan

The Best Place To Work- Ron Friedman

Exit West- Mohsin Hamid

The Book Of Emma Reyes

MARCH UPDATE: I definitely didn't finish Antifragile. Having trouble with the tone it's written in. A lot of what he says it's interesting but it's weird to me when authors elevate themselves to this "I invented this!" way of writing. It's really modern it seems. I don't think Socrates was talking like "write this down, I invented it!" Hard to cope with, that tone.

January 2018

Post Office- Charles Bukowski

I needed something to get me off this super square mindset I was in. I kept thinking only of business strategies, marketing, self improvement, investing and I was growing tired of reading. So I picked up the ultimate anti-square guy, Bukowski.

This post office worker's life of drinking, fucking, sweating, recovering, raising a middle finger to the man, and by the end of the day starting all over, was everything I needed and got me back on track. Now I'm trying to alternate fiction and self improvement/informative books.

I also constantly listen to the podcast "by the book" and feel like I'm reading those as well-but I'm totally not.