So I’ve clearly failed at keeping up with my blog during the month of August. My only excuse is that I don’t think August actually happened this year – wasn’t it July, like yesterday? Time literally flying coupled with the ridiculous heat and humidity has been less than friendly to my creative brain. That being said, despite bracing for a crazy busy fall to start, I promise to make a solid effort at posting more regularly – whether they be long, short, or random rambles.
To reignite a new season of blogging, here is a tried and true favourite among my readers (or, at least, that’s what I’ve been told). Ladies and gentleman, and all things in between, I give you my August reading list 🙂
The Last Salt Gift of Blood by Alistair MacLeod
This book really wasn’t my cup of tea. I chose it simply because I wanted a taste of Alistair MacLeod’s work as I had not read it before. While each essay was immensely descriptive and there were a handful of sentences that made me stop and think, (e.g. “No one has ever said that life is to be easy. Only that is is to be lived.” – pg. 150) I still wasn’t able to embrace this collection of short stories as a whole. A friend of mine was a student of Mr. MacLeod’s and had told me what a kind-hearted man he was, which I don’t doubt. Unfortunately for me, his style of writing didn’t resonate with me the same way it has with others.
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
This is a classic ghost tale set in the late 1950’s/early 1960’s. While the language and social interactions take some getting used to (e.g. the women are distraught beings who need “saving”), all in all it was a fun and slightly spooky read. This book didn’t cause me to leave a night light on, but it definitely was a page turner. Perfect for a cool summer night next to the campfire.
Bucky F*cking Dent by David Duchovny
This book absolutely stunned me – in a good way. I wasn’t sure what to expect from David Duchovny as an actor turned writer, but I can say with utmost sincerity that the man has a gift. When I started reading Bucky F*cking Dent I was admittedly channeling Fox Mulder – I could hear his voice in the dry humour and sarcasm. However, the X-Files-like narrative quickly turned into one that rivaled Mitch Albom’s work -heartfelt and genuine. I wholeheartedly wish Mr. Duchovny would pen his memoirs – a mixture of his life, wit, and incredible writing ability would be a pure delight to read.
1984 by George Orwell
I’m a closet junkie when it comes to dystopian novels and 1984 is as classic as they come. It was rather disconcerting to realize that George Orwell wrote these words in the 1940’s, and even more so when taking into consideration the broad range of atrocities that humanity has provoked throughout the decades since. I also couldn’t help but notice some stark parallels with The Hunger Games trilogy; a personal favourite of mine. I can certainly appreciate why this novel still resonates within our modern technologically driven society – where big brother now reigns supreme.
Holy Cow by David Duchovny
I absolutely adored this book. It was a simple, quirky read but the message between the lines was profound. I thought I was a big fan of David Duchovny as an actor – now I think I’m more a fan of his writing. Can’t wait for his next work of literary genius!
She-Wolves: The Women Who Ruled England Before Elizabeth by Helen Castor
This book was a commitment – to say the least. It took me a LONG time to get through it; the author’s historical storytelling was incredibly detailed and precise. The information far surpasses that of the the closet historian – you simply cannot have a “surface only” interest in British medieval history to appreciate what is explained between the covers. That being said, the author, Helen Castor, is an AMAZING writer and, as such, makes you want to commit to finishing this book.