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.