Aprillllll. You were weird and excellent at times, but also really rubbish at others. I got to see some of my favourite people and go to the Kent coast and get unspeakably drunk, but I also celebrated my first birthday with no grandparents and got rejected from a job I kinda wanted and had some emotional messiness going on. I'd love to blame the fact that I didn't read very much on any or all of these things, but whilst being emotional and seeing lovely people does indeed take up some time, I definitely had more time to read than the amount of books I finished suggests.
To be completely fair to me, I am in the middle of approximately 400 books (actual number... about 5 or 6?) so if I had been focused on less things at once I could probably have sneaked another couple in there, but as it is, I just read a modest three books this month, mostly on the train to and from Kent. The books!
Colourless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
But still, it's Murakami so it's better than like 95% of other books.
In The Country of Last Things by Paul Auster
right here. In case you can't be bothered to read it though, essentially it's a very human dystopian tale, it's short enough that you don't mind carrying it on a train, and it's Auster so it's always pretty great. BOOM read it.
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept by Elizabeth Smart
I've kept it because it's beautiful and because I really want to understand what I read. And because dammit, just look at the damn title, I can't even.
So yeah, books! I read 'em. Go me! What did you read in April?