November Books

So this is a bit late. Because I forgot to pre-do this. No clue why, I just forgot. Anyways, I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year, because I like writing, so I do that a lot. So there might not be as much time for reading as usual. So I’ll try to keep it lower key, and then depending on how well the writing goes I’ll try to do more reading. I don’t know where this is going. Let’s just do this huh? Yeah.

Eragon by Christopher Paolini
This is the Book of the month for one of my Goodreads groups, and I signed up, because I forgot about Nanowrimo, and now I feel committed. I’ve had Eragon forever. It’s about a kid, who gets a dragon? This is what happens when I don’t actually read a synopsis. It’s about Eragon, who finds a blue rock in the forest and thinks, hey, maybe I’ll earn a buck, then it turns out it’s a dragon egg, so not only valuable, but also awesome. Because dragons. It sounds like fun, so that’ll be exiting.

On the Road by Jack Kerouac
I’ve had this on my shelf forever, because it felt like a book I should own, and I bought it, and it’s been there for like… ever. Much shame. Anyways, this is sort of the epitome of the Beat generation books. It’s about Sal Paradise, a writer from New York, in 1947, who meets a guy named Dean Moriarty (awesome name), who is the quintessential beat generation dude. He goes tearing around the States and Sal pretty much just tags along. Kerouac was assumed to have based Moriarty on himself, but apparently he based Sal Paradise on himself. It’s a beat classic, so it’s exciting. I like it so far.

Go tell it on the Mountain and If Beale Street could talk by James Baldwin
So this month I sort of decided, without realizing it, or doing it consciously, to have a James Baldwin month. He is a very highly acclaimed African American writer, and my local library had lots of his books, so out of nowhere I took out these two. Impulse control is not something I do.Go tell it on the mountain is a sort of semi-autobiographical novel and about the role of the Christian Church in the lives of African-Americans in the 1950s. And it’s about repression and hypocrisy related to blacks and the church. I don’t know much else about it, it’ll be fun. Also it’s his first book, so that’s cool.If Beale Street could talk is 20 years younger than the other one. It’s about Tish and Fonny, who are in love. Fonny is falsely accused of raping a Pierto Rican woman. Meanwhile Tish finds out she’s pregnant and she and her family and lawyer try to prove Fonny’s innocence.

So both books are clearly cheerful.

Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay
I’m trying to read a lot more feminist literature, because while I identify as a feminist I don’t know much about it. Because I’m a lazy butt. And I thought this would be an interesting start to that. This is a collection of essays about what it means to be a woman. Her journey to becoming a woman basically. I don’t read enough literature by people of colour, and feminism is very white, so whoo. It’s gotten some pretty great reviews, so that’s fun. I’m excited.

Come on In by Charles Bukowski
This is another book I have had forever. It’s a poetry collection. I don’t know what to say about a poetry collection. It’s poetry, it’s Bukowski, I assume it’ll be grumpy, and possibly a bit dark. So yeah.

I’ll also going to try to finish A Madness of Angels and Diary.