What happens when writers don’t write? They read.

It has been nearly two months since I last posted a piece of prose on this blog.

Many writers commit to their craft every single day. Others don’t.

When I write, the practice is all consuming and thrilling and exhausting. But there are times when I want to read, and reading is all consuming and thrilling and exhausting, too.

I have been reading a lot lately. Not every book I read is perfect and not every book I read is on this list, but if it’s on this list, the book has elements that may be worth your time and attention:

• All In by Billie Jean King
• Why Fish Don’t Exist by Lulu Miller
• At Night All Blood is Black by David Diop
• Tearing Down the Lost Cause by James Gill and Howard Hunter
• Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro
• This is How They Tell Me the World Ends by Nicole Perlroth
• The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner
• The Other Black Girl by Zakiya Dalila Harris
• You Never Forget Your First by Alexis Cole
• The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
• Yearbook by Seth Rogen
• Surviving the White Gaze by Rebecca Carroll
• The Premonition by Michael Lewis
• The Queen’s Gambit by Walter Tevis
• “I Was the Cable Guy,” an essay in Leaving Isn’t the Hardest Thing by Lauren Hough
• The Spy Who Came in from the Cold by John le Carre
• Thunderstruck by Erik Larson

For the next period of time when I won’t be writing, please let me know of books you feel worth reading.