what i've been reading

California, by Edan Lepucki
A friend gave me this novel to read. It's decently written and a fast read. I hated, HATED the ending. The whole book was really up & down. I would either be bored and racing through to something interesting, or I would be wrapped up and holding my breath,. As much as I hated the ending, I do think it asks the question about how brave we really are, and how quickly we would give ourselves a life of ease even if it meant compromising our values.

Divergent, by Veronica Roth
I am so late to this party. Don't judge. I'm not even going to write about this, since everyone is way ahead of me here.

Big Little Lies, Liane Moriarty
I really liked this book. It's ultimately a book about domestic violence without being a domestic violence story. And it surprised me. I can't believe I didn't piece together all the clues... I'm usually always not-surprised in books. But this was a good one.

The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
Another party I am late to. I'm trying, people.

Tunnel Vision, Aric Davis
I have no clue why this book had such good reviews. It was awful.

Gideon, Priscilla Shirer
Our women's Bible study did this study this fall. I liked it. I appreciate Shirer's writing and depth and ability to get so much out of a story I've hardly thought about. It did bounce around a bit, so it may not be for everyone... but I did get a lot out of it.

You Are Your Child's First Teacher, Rahima Baldwin Dancy
I'm not quite as devoted to this book as I should be, but I am enjoying it. It has made me think a lot about what I do with Joe and how to translate it through a more educational lens. And it doesn't stress me out.

So who wants to come over and watch both The Fault in our Stars and Divergent with me?

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