I forgot to mention that January went okay. It went better emotionally than it can sometimes. I’m not really sure why. I have been making more of an effort to look at calls for submissions and actually writing something and crossing my fingers. I figure even if the writing is rejected I can find other homes for it. As long as the writing is happening right now, that’s what I need. And I need to focus on showing up when all the crippling doubt sets in. Especially because I have committed myself to writing poetry again which is a total mind-f. But you’re here for my scintillating perspectives on my reading problem.
Reading Problem #1000: It seems that epistolary novels especially are some sort of drug to me because I binged on them even harder than usual. I think I have determined their especial binge-tastic appeal.
- They have short chapters, which really keep me going into the night. Just two minutes? Kindle underestimates my reading speed so that’s only like 30 seconds and I definitely could put off sleep for 30 more seconds. ooh this chapter is a picture. Only like a page of IM conversation?
- Also, conversations are probably my favorite part of books. Interactions between people over descriptions and long inner monologues. And when you are doing letters and IMs, which were the main way I held my far away friends and a long distance boyfriend close in college, I think they bring back for me the joy I have had in my own interactions like that in my life. I had those IMs while falling in love as a young adult. And while those fallings in love didn’t pan out, they were the stuff of joy when they were happening. Flooded my brain with the happy chemicals. I have stopped liking phone conversations and it’s rare to get one out of me, unless you’re my client. Or my parents.
- Both of these books I review on this post have the slow reveal that I have been hammering out in my own novel and I was reading to see how these authors did it.
I might not have binged as much if I read the novels I had originally intended, but then BookRiot listed out these great modern ones that had been on the TBR forever and that was it.
An Epistolary Novel:
Love Letters to the Dead, Ava Dellaira
This book is really relevant. It’s about broken families and childhood dreams, trauma and healing as universal experiences. First loves and relationships moving from childlike idealizing to knowing our most loved people as they really were, flaws and pain and all.
The protagonist is picking up the shards of her life following a family tragedy in the form of letters to tragically deceased famous people. People who lived their versions of her pain and trauma. People to whom she never met but could relate. The answers to the mysteries come at a good pace, the blanks filled in in a satisfying way, and everyone heals. Slowly and sometimes subtly, but they do. Not just the broken family but other characters dealing with teenage relationship themes and issues. She talks about the details of the star’s life that she can relate to and emphasize with.
I thought the incorporating of the celebrities was well done. It could have been either too loosely connected/relevant or too many details of the celebrities to whom she was writing, but it was neither. And she gets a chance to heal while many, if not all of the dead celebrities, never got or took that chance. She gets to grow. And I love the pure magic of healing wherever I find it.
Everything, Everything, Nicola Yoon
I was almost embarrassed that I am trying to write YA without having read this, especially since it became a movie. A-mazing.
One of my kids accidentally spoiled this on me, but she didn’t really spoil it, because once I knew how the main situation was going to change I focused on how it was revealed. How did the big twist come about. How did she change as a result? How did her change make others change? The whole time I wanted to know how Yoon was going to pull it off.
Other that the writerly part, this is just like YA classic good stuff. A first love. How people learn to be together and share their vulnerabilities. All that stuff you cut your serious relationship teeth on. I don’t want to say too much because any reader of mine knows my attempts at avoiding spoilers. If there’s like, any other YA aficionado out there who hasn’t read this. Which there really might not be, especially since it became a movie in 2017. And I forget it’s not 2018 anymore, other than when I realize I didn’t read any 2018 but I’m getting there.
Next week is two other epistolaries. And they aren’t Pamela and Possession, which is what I originally wanted to do for this post, Possession because I have tried to read it twice and finally got the audio to best the thing (many people whose opinions I respect like this book so I need to win) and I shamefully don’t feel like investing in an old novel right now with Pamela. I mean, it’s about her trying to avoid getting raped at work. I just want something less depressing than that right now. It’s been on the TBR forever because I want to someday read the authors that influenced Jane Austen with Austen in mind. But there are young adults falling in love in ways I fell in love as a young adult and all that dopamine gets coursing around when I read these. And I read four books from one BookRiot category before I know it and lose sleep because of it’s appeal. TBR tackling at its finest.