2018 Reading List

I’m going to do my best to keep this post updated with all the books I read/finish in 2018! I’ve gotten to a slow start this year. It’s just so easy to get distracted, but I’m hoping this page will keep me accountable and increase my awareness of just how much available time I have to read! I’ll include whatever chapter books I read with my kiddos, too, but we read far too many picture books to keep track of here. I’m totally cool with their rooms always being at least a little bit messy because there are books all over the place. 🙂

What are you reading? Let me know in the comments! I’m always looking for new titles to add to my “to read” stack growing on my side of the bed.

Mother Of by Lauren Coffin

Wonder by R.J. Palacio (reread with my son)

The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin

On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft by Stephen King (reread)

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones

The Haunted Mansion Mystery by Virginia Masterman-Smith – I read this as a kid and just finished reading it with my son ❤

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi

The House of Broken Angels by Luis Alberto Urrea

The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt

Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder (reread with the kiddo)

Unbury Carol by Josh Malerman

Sometimes I Lie by Alice Feeney

Educated: A Memoir by Tara Westover

Tin Man by Sarah Winman

Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder (reread with the kiddo)

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain (audiobook read by Nick Offerman)

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel

The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

Scratch: Writers, Money, and the Art of Making a Living – edited by Manjula Martin 

 

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Food, Gloriously Written Food!

Turkish delight, butterbeer, fried green tomatoes, lembas bread. Oh, the world of literary foodstuffs. I’m a sucker for a good book and a good meal, so when I stumble on some food so well written that I can’t help but pout about what I’m missing being stuck on the reality side of the page…my friends, that is heaven. I’m sure if you thought about it right now, you could easily reflect on some kind of snack or feast referred to in a book that made you salivate.

I didn’t have a clue what Turkish delight was until I was an adult (a rosewater flavored gummy sweet), but Edmond’s anticipation, and, let’s face it, his willingness to betray his siblings for another taste, in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe had more than piqued my curiosity at this treasured tasty.

As an American, I had many a moment reading Harry Potter as a child where I wondered which foods served at Hogwarts were English traditions or Rowling’s own magical creations, but please bring on the pumpkin pasties and the butterbeer!

I’m sure I’m not alone in this particular sensation. Where the imagined becomes real. The words have triggered an incredible physical reaction that wakens longing, hunger. There should be a word for that particular feeling. If you know it, please share!

My best friend ensured that my first encounter with raw oysters included a glass of champagne because…well, Hemingway:

“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”

 

It is no surprise to me that a common term for someone with a deep, unrelenting, desire to read is “voracious”, an adjective which means – wanting or devouring great quantities of food. Books and food are kindred spirits. They each nourish and feed the mind, body, soul. Good food, like a good book, inspires and satiates all at once. You are left feeling deeply satisfied and equally wanting more. You feel genuine sadness that it is over, but grateful for the experience…one that never really ends because now it’s part of you. That food will turn into energy for your body, and the memory of flavor will linger, subtly altering your tastes and desires for food in the future. That book and its words will sit in your skull until leaping forward to be remembered and questioned and needle its way back into your subconscious, evolving self.

I’ll keep it short and sweet today, this last day of the year, and leave you with a bit of sweetness. As a young girl, maybe eight or so, I was reading Laura Ingalls Wilder’s beloved books. It was winter, and I had just finished the first volume, Little House in the Big Woods. When Texas got a rare treat of snow that stuck and a scant few inches blanketed our yard, I begged my mother to make Maple Syrup Snow Candy, just like Laura did in the book. I can still picture the small, plastic blue bowl that she helped me fill with the clean top layer of snow we delicately scooped up, not wanting to collect the dirt and grass hiding millimeters below. Mom warmed some syrup up on the stove, then helped me drizzle it in my precious bowl of snow. The magic and sheer delight I felt will live with me forever. Something from a cherished book had come to life before my eyes and I could almost smell the wood smoke from the stove in Grandmother Ingalls’ cabin.

If you’re lucky enough to have snow on the ground, here’s a recipe I found that you can try. She even has a few quotes from the book. 

Happy New Year, my friends. I hope it’s filled with delicious food and delightful books. ❤