books

I cried so hard at the end of Kavalier and Clay that Tom had to rock me back and forth for a minute. 

I wouldn’t even say I liked it, exactly. 

It was just. Something.

The Road: Heartbreaking. Gorgeous. The scariest thing I’ve ever read. I cried and cried. I’ve always kind of stayed away from Cormac McCarthy because I felt like he wrote boy books, but Oprah said I should read this and she was right. You should read it, too. 

A People’s History of the United States, The Twentieth Century: I mean…it’s pretty much about how we should all be Communist. I like Communism more than the average bear, and still by the end I was all, “So…we’re just going to hate on Jimmy Carter (not just peanuts) and never talk about all those people Stalin killed?” But Howard Zinn is all about giving a voice to the voiceless, and he had some really interesting stuff to say about the sixties, and especially Vietnam. Jennie P, I think you’d like it a lot. 

The Stone Diaries: Meh. Fine. It had one of the best-executed epistolary chapters I’ve ever read, and does a really nice job of covering a lot of time in not a lot of pages. But mostly a snooze. 

The Audacity of Hope: OH HI PRESIDENT OBAMA I LIKE YOU.