That Which Shiri is Reading

I am actually between books at the mo, having finished one yesterday afternoon and not yet had an opportunity to start the next because I was busy actually being social and playing Cards Against Humanity last night.  Before you give me shit, I’ve read six, count ’em, six books in the last two weeks.

Most of them are future podcast material, at least potentially, and I will leave them for that medium.

The two that were not:

Carsick by John Waters

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The negative reviews on Goodreads are comprised mostly of people bitching about the book’s “two novella and a memoir structure.”  Funny story: Waters explains that very thing in the introduction, laying it out quite clearly for anyone who reads the introduction.  Which I, admittedly, I usually skip but it’s John Waters and it’s only like, three pages.

As for the book itself?  BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

That is all.

Waters himself reads the audiobook if those are more your speed.  I may give it a listen even though I’m an old fashioned paper and ink/e-reader girl.

How to Be an American Housewife by Margaret Dilloway

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Definitely not in my usual genre, which is why I chose it; needed a break from grit and Elder Gods and you know, stuff.

How to Be An American Housewife is a lovely little book; I’d call it a great “beach read” if my pasty ass ever went to the beach.  One could also call it a good airplane book, since one could probably make decent progress during an east coast to Chicago flight and likely finish if one were going cross country.  The book is based on Dilloway’s own family history though it is not a memoir (I mention this because several reviews complained that it was a terrible example of that genre — apparently, kids these days can’t be arsed to actually read what they’re, you know.  Reading).  Well drawn, nicely fleshed out characters one gives a crap about; an engaging, if not entirely original, plot; some new understanding of this particular period in immigration for yours truly.  The nicely tied up, happy, ending isn’t my favorite way to go, but it worked.

Happy reading!