Ahead of Halloween I’ll be focusing on reading horror classics, from Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House to Octavia Butler’s Bloodchild and Other Stories.
Until recently, I always had avoided audiobooks. While some doubt that listening to books counts as reading, that line of thinking never has appealed to me: I just had no interest in the format, since I associated it with the monotonous books on tape that my childhood library hoarded in its cloistered back room.
The books I’m reading over the weekend, all on the NBA shortlists, range from a collection of short stories set in Florida to a novella about a single mom who recently has moved to a quiet village in northern Norway.
Ahead of November 14th, I’ll be making my way through the shortlists for the NBA in Fiction and Translated Literature, beginning with Rebecca Makkai’s The Great Believers.
As September draws to an end, I’m planning on splitting my reading between poetry collections and feminist prose, including Roxane Gay’s memoir Hunger and sam sax’s latest work.
This weekend and next week, I’ll be focusing on finishing several nonfiction titles, including Rebecca Solnit’s latest collection of essays, James Baldwin’s nonfiction of the 1960s and 1970s, and Jesmyn Ward’s Men We Reaped.
After a month of constant movement, in which I read little more than half of what I had planned, I finally am settling into my new place, unpacking, and preparing to wrap up my summer reading.