I’m not sure Mother Nature got the memo that it’s November, what with the sunshine and balmy weather, but I’ll take it! Before we get too into this month, however, I want to give you an update on my October Reflections.
The Girl on the Train
by Paula Hawkins. It’s like Trainwreck meets mystery/thriller but not funny because she’s more of a sad train wreck and isn’t ever friends with Lebron James. It’s an entertaining whodunit story. I recommend it.
Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things
by Jenny Lawson. I am a long-time fan of The Bloggess and in her second book she opens up about mental illness. I laughed until my sides hurt and wept so hard that there are now tear stains on several pages. I felt a validation that someone else feels the way I sometimes do too.
The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair That Changed Americaby Erik Larson. This is a fantastic mashup story of the 1893 World Fair and a serial killer. Larson beautifully narrates these true accounts so it feels more like a nail-biting work of thrilling fiction. My favorite Larsonism is the way he will name drop people and products that played minor roles in the World Fair, but went on to play major roles in history. I wish I hadn’t read the kindle version because it’s the kind of book I would earmark and write all over and doing that digitally just isn’t the same!
In October I binged all four seasons of Once Upon A Time like it was going out of style. I’m not really sure why it took me so long to jump on this magical Disney wagon, but I’m glad I did! It’s a brilliant reimagining of classic Disney characters. Also Hook is super hot!
I have a book of Neil Gaiman short stories in the queue for November but I am always looking for suggestions. I also need a new show to binge while I spend several hours this month taxidermying (I don’t know how the proper form of this verb for this case) a bunch of mice to make some extra holiday cash. As one does.
I also signed up for swing dance classes, day tripped to Niagara Falls and Letchworth State Park, picked apples, ate crickets (not in the apples) went to my first goth club, and witnessed my brother marry a beautiful bride. Dum Vivimus Vivamus, right?