I have been enjoying reading a few bloggers posting about their Friday favourites. And whilst their posts are a mix of everything, I have been enjoying reading so much this month, that I thought I would share my five favourite books for this month. Truth be told, my five for a Friday is absolutely missing my favourite. Because I have a compulsion with chronology.
For whatever reason, and whatever it is please don’t tell my boss or my husband (I may have lied), I stayed up until gone 1am reading a book when I was working away all week. I started reading it on my way to London on Tuesday and it absorbed itself so firmly by Thursday I couldn’t put it down without finishing the story… and I’m already on another book by the same author. But that’s for next week. In the meanwhile!
Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race
I started reading ‘Why I’m No Longer Talking To White People About Race’ in the summer. It didn’t seem right that this book would never feature on my blog, so here it is.Reading it taught me so much. And not in a teaching way. In an absorbing way which trickles into your psyche. I thought I was one of those people, that didn’t ‘see’ colour. A few months ago I was horrified for weeks by a former team member who told me that, it wasn’t the reason she was leaving, but she had reported racism to her manager who had palmed it off. More so, I thought I had learned so much from her. I learned that as tough as I thought it was, on a day-to-day basis, doing our job as women, her reality was different. Her first identifier was black. It hurt my head.
Reading Reni Eddo-Lodge’s book I realised just how naive I was. For so many reasons.
But I don’t want to sit here and dwell in self-pity, I have much that I can do, and I will try. In the meanwhile, I wholly recommend this book.
I have so many books which I am part-way through. But for now I am focusing on those I have completed.
With a number of ‘real life’/ fact based books underway, I decided when escaping for the week I needed fiction.
I was fortunate to have brought Laura Marshall’s Friend Request with me.Friend Request is the perfect escapism. And a delve into the world that social media can create. A perfect read for holidays or winter evenings.
I couldn’t stop turning the pages on this book. My focus in GCSE and A-level history was Germany- Fascism and Nazism. I have no idea why. During form 3 of secondary school (year 9), I was obsessed with Anne Frank’s experience, and it echoed into later years.
I knew as I shut the book on Heather Morris’s encapsulation of a life lived that I would be left with more questions unanswered. And with so many aspects of our lives, I know I have to accept. How could I possibly know how I would respond? But yes, there are elements which I will never understand.
I couldn’t escape the love story, but, in reading the author’s comments, I was left with a feeling that I need to take time. There is so much in this book’s entirety which makes it impossible to absorb.
This is going to hurt
I’m not going to overdo this. My summary on Instagram reads:
“This book has so much humour, the b#est laugh out loud moments, which contrasts with the reality it leaves. Whilst this is definitely a must read, tears are likely. Adam Kay fantastically conveys the wonder of those who work for the NHS, the necessity of the service for the UK. Alongside the reality that if we don’t value it, we will lose the people who make it everything it is.”
Everything I know about love
I turned 40 over the summer. I’ll be honest. Despite all the fantastic reviews I read, as I made my way through this book I felt old. I felt detached. But whilst I felt detached it didn’t stop me appreciating the fundamentals, the meaning of the book, the emotions and feelings of the individual.
I wanted to dissociate with Dolly for being younger, privileged, single. And yet, despite our apparent years and lives withstanding, the emotional response remains to life as so many parallels.
Life moves so fast, lives can be lived so differently. And yet, there is much to learn from each other.