Is it Friday yet? Also, who wants to give me book recommendations?
This week has been interminably long. As I indicated on twitter today, we had IT problems that were making the IT department actually, literally beg for mercy from God and they weren't fixed by the time I left shortly before six. Perhaps I will have email access tomorrow! Perhaps I will spend the day revising a story for class instead. The possibilities are...well, they lean more towards the second, really. Which is good, as major revising is a thing that needs to happen.
In other news, I've reached the point where my burned skin from Spain is in a peely state not unlike the plaster by my front door. Despite this, I've decided I want to attempt a color slightly darker than Disney Princess pale this year, and as such, I will be trekking to Governor's Island or one of the six beaches in New York this summer. Therefore, I will need things to read. And here comes the irony: I, master's degree holding librarian and girl who used to buy books by the pound, has no idea what to read. It's sad, people.
Some things I've read lately and really enjoyed:
Songs Without Words by Ann Packer, which is about the rift that grows between two longtime best friends when one of their daughters attempts suicide.
One Day by David Nicholls, which is about (again) two longtime friends who turn to lovers and then husband and wife, with the interesting format of looking at snapshots of the anniversary of the day they met.
Jayne Ann Krentz's recent Arcane Society novels. I'm not a big fan of the ones in this series she's written under her historical pseudonym, Amanda Quick (although I'm reading Burning Lamp right now, and it's pretty good) but I pretty much love all the books in the contemporary half of the series.
Love Will Tear Us Apart by Sarah Rainone, which I unabashedly grabbed from raeschae's author notes for Coda, and which I really enjoyed for the realistic portrayal of how friendships change and drift.
How'd You Get This Number by Sloane Crosley. Essays, but no one really encapsulates what it's like to be single, awkward, and in a major urban city quite like Sloane.
....So, help?
In other news, I've reached the point where my burned skin from Spain is in a peely state not unlike the plaster by my front door. Despite this, I've decided I want to attempt a color slightly darker than Disney Princess pale this year, and as such, I will be trekking to Governor's Island or one of the six beaches in New York this summer. Therefore, I will need things to read. And here comes the irony: I, master's degree holding librarian and girl who used to buy books by the pound, has no idea what to read. It's sad, people.
Some things I've read lately and really enjoyed:
Songs Without Words by Ann Packer, which is about the rift that grows between two longtime best friends when one of their daughters attempts suicide.
One Day by David Nicholls, which is about (again) two longtime friends who turn to lovers and then husband and wife, with the interesting format of looking at snapshots of the anniversary of the day they met.
Jayne Ann Krentz's recent Arcane Society novels. I'm not a big fan of the ones in this series she's written under her historical pseudonym, Amanda Quick (although I'm reading Burning Lamp right now, and it's pretty good) but I pretty much love all the books in the contemporary half of the series.
Love Will Tear Us Apart by Sarah Rainone, which I unabashedly grabbed from raeschae's author notes for Coda, and which I really enjoyed for the realistic portrayal of how friendships change and drift.
How'd You Get This Number by Sloane Crosley. Essays, but no one really encapsulates what it's like to be single, awkward, and in a major urban city quite like Sloane.
....So, help?