What I Read in September 2024

Yeah, I skipped a month. I didn’t read anything in August at all. And I’ve read hardly anything (relatively speaking) in September. There’s a lot of change happening in my life right now and, I’ll be honest, the adjustment period is far longer than I expected it to be.

First of all, I sold our bookstore! We had been planning to do this for well over a year at this point, so I’m kind of shocked that I can say that we did it. The new owner took over last month and it’s been so fun to see the way that she’s changing things and making it her own! She jumped in and made changes that I’d been thinking of but too tired to do for years, now. I’m really excited for the fresh energy that has been injected into this store and I’m thrilled that our local, indie bookstore is still around for our community! Small towns NEED indie bookstores. In my humble opinion.

That being said, I worked in the bookstore since 2016 and as a result, my reading life was weird. I read a lot–but almost never just for the sheer pleasure of it all. I didn’t read anything without wondering how I would sell it, who I might sell it to, how I would write a catchy review about it… If you look back at my previous blog posts, you’ll see that I was reading almost exclusively books that hadn’t been released yet or books that just came out. If a book was more than a few weeks old, I didn’t even bother reading it. I had newer things I needed to be on top of so that I could stock the store with good things that I was intimately familiar with. And that was fun! Getting books before anyone else did was fun. It was also kind of lonely, honestly, because I didn’t have anyone to talk books with. No one had ever read the books I was reading.

And I was also so busy that I hardly ever read physical books. It was all audiobooks all the time. Well, let me tell you, that sure has flipped! I haven’t listened to an audiobook since July–and here it is October (well, tomorrow it will be October). The effects of burnout are far-reaching, turns out. And not quickly healed. I can’t focus on an audiobook at this time. I can focus on thirty minute podcast episodes. I can focus on the new Sabrina Carpenter album. That’s what I can focus on.

That being said, I have finished 2 books (and sadly DNF’d a book) this month! The two books I finished were so good and I got wrapped up in them so quickly. They were also romances. I don’t want my entire book-personality to be just romances. But for right now, those are what are grabbing me. And that’s just fine. I’m going easy on myself.

Wild Love by Elsie Silver

I picked this up because I completely misunderstood and thought that Elsie Silver wrote western romances. And I wanted to challenge myself by reading outside of my usual genre by picking up a western. But instead, I tricked myself into reading my go-to genre instead–a contemporary romance about a billionaire with a heart of gold.

I’ve never read a 500 page book this fast before. I would have thought that 500 pages was excessive for a romance (and generally it is) but the pacing of this book was excellent. At no point did it feel like it was dragging or anything like that.

This is exactly how you do “grumpy meets sunshine” in a way that doesn’t feel forced. The 3rd act “break up” scene is absolutely believable (this will make or break a book for me) and the reunion is just as believable, which is hard to do!

I am not a series reader but I’ll read the entire Rose Hill series, I’m sure of it!

Seven Days in June by Tia Williams

God, I love everything Tia Williams writes. She is a master at incorporating the reality of our life and showing the way that we can fit love and wholeness alongside the hurt that we’ve experienced, too. There’s room for all of it.

Eva and Shane fell into a tumultuous and acute love affair when they were both severely traumatized teenagers. When they meet up again as adults, they’re faced with the question of whether or not they are capable of functioning relationship as healed grown-ups. It’s such a powerful conversation and not one you see very often in the romance genre.

I liked both of these books because of how real they felt. A lot of times romance can just feel like mostly silly make believe–and to be clear I also love that when I need it! But as someone who’s hoping to get back into my love of literary fiction. Or, as one friend put it, Sad Bastard Fiction, this was a good first step in that direction.

Now, the book it broke my heart to DNF. This is definitely an It’s Not You, It’s Me situation.

Ever since I started thinking about what I’d read after I sold the store and could read backlist titles again, I’ve been wanting to read Still Life by Louise Penny. She was the author that everyone wanted at the used bookstore and the author that no one ever sold us. She’s so beloved that everyone who buys her books keep them forever and ever–at least that’s how it goes in our town.

So many people whose literature tastes’ mirror my own have gushed to me about Louise Penny. So I went to the library and grabbed the first book in the Inspector Gamache series. I love a small town murder mystery! I love getting to know everyone who lives in the town. And I really loved these characters, too. But it just took me two weeks of regular reading to get even to the half-way mark. I think my brain just isn’t ready for something this beautifully written if I’m being honest. I’ll try to pick it up again next year and I think I’ll love it at that point.

That’s the thing about books–even if they’re not for you right now, it doesn’t mean they’ll never be for you.

Page Seventeen: A Quick List of Pet-Peeves or We Are What We Hate

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Things That Make Me Irrationally Upset:

-Plastic shoes. Come on. Your feet sweat and they’re just slipping around in there, slicing off your toes and at the end of the day, the smell is horrendous. What are you doing to yourself? Do you really need a pair of shoes that will outlast the robopocolypse?
-The way that DOMA has such a stupidly misleading name. The Defense of Marriage Act sounds like a good thing, right? No matter how hard I try, I can’t get my brain to wrap around the idea that people want to defend marriage by not letting a bunch of people experience it.
-The way that a person’s whole day/ week can be ruined based on the outcome of a sports game. Seriously? You’ve got more to live for. I assure you.
-The way that when I make a list on Facebook, my second point always gets prefaced by the world’s stupidest emoticon. B) I don’t know anyone who uses that smiley face wearing shades. Just… just stahp!
-The idea that your relationship is only a good relationship if it’s filled with dramatics and turmoil and yelling. Like this horrible song where the point is, “I hate you so much it must be true love.” I could write for days about how this idea (it’s not new) is obliterating our relationships and the way that human beings treat one another in general. Like, if someone treats you the way that an asshole treats people, do not reward that behavior with love and attention! Why would you do that? There’s a thing where two people who love each other can also be kind to one another. I like that one more–and so does anyone within ear shot.
-Hearing about Emma’s wedding on A Beautiful Mess. We get it, you got married. It was adorable. That’s enough, okay? Enough!

And those are all annoying little things or annoying big things that make my blood boil. But there’s a whole different genre of pet peeves that I have and they look like this:

-People who lack follow through.
-People who wish their life was different but make zero effort to do anything about it.
-People who feel like they have to use excessive hyperbole to make their points rather than just letting an honest assessment do the trick.
-People who have complete disinterest in empathizing or seeing things from another person’s perspective.
-People who rain down neg vibes on everyone else’s posi vibes (like, by writing a list of pet peeves).

The difference between these two lists is that if I don’t like plastic shoes, I can just not wear them. It’s that simple.

I can’t say that I got an over abundance of eternal wisdom growing up but there is one thing that my mother always told me that is true and I carry it with me every day. She always said, “what you dislike about other people is usually the very thing that you dislike about yourself.” And damn she was right.

I don’t want to be the kind of person who say she’s going to do something and then never does it. Do you know how many times I say, “I need to take out the garbage” before it actually happens? And that’s just a tiny example.
I want to move forward in my career. In order for me to do that, I have to get licensed and in order to get licensed, I have to study a lot, pay a lot of money, and then take a test that I may or may not pass. There are a few steps between where I am now and where I want to be. Every step is another place where I could easily just say, “Eh, never mind.” I feel like that’s my usual MO. But I want to be the kind of woman who follows through.
People who exaggerate are really difficult to understand, for me. It’s similar to the fable of the boy who cried wolf, but for people who just want other people to listen to them. I feel like when I want a little extra attention, I can have a tendency to exaggerate and get a reaction. But that’s dishonest and then when I want to tell a story that’s actually interesting or explain something the way that I’m actually experiencing it, then either no one will take me seriously or it can’t compete with the tall tales that I already told.
I know that (for some reason) it takes more effort but it’s so much more fulfilling to be a positive person than to be a negative person. But because it takes more effort to look on the bright side of life, complainers frustrate me so much. And the irony is outrageous. I’ll be stomping around the house, angry, yelling at Ryan saying something like, “Why does he have to complain about everything? Doesn’t he know that life is hard enough without his stupid, negative commentary?” And Ryan is gracious to not point out the irony of how mad I am that the world isn’t a more positive place.

In the end, there’s probably a specific theme between the more serious pet peeves. They all relate back to a fear that I have of being untrustworthy. I want to be an honest woman in all of the ways that are possible. I want to be fair and empathetic, I want to have follow-through and I want to be an uplifting and positive person. I want you to know that I mean what I say, exactly the way that I say it. On one hand, these pet-peeves are a peeve in and of themselves. But on the other hand, I can use it for good. I could stomp around the house and let it frustrate me or I could recognize these irritations for what they really are (fear that I probably exhibit the very qualities that I hate) and use them to do better. All it requires is the effort of a perspective change. I say “all it requires” like a perspective change comes easily. It doesn’t. It usually doesn’t come without a fight.

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It takes time and effort to meet the person that you really are.
It takes work, real work, to become the kind of person that you want to be.

In the end, I have control only over me. I am in charge of how I react to the outrage on the news, the complainers on Facebook, the plastic shoes of the world.

But, seriously though. I know I’m not the only one who struggles this way. Can we all try to work as a village to make life just a smidge easier on the other villagers? And maybe think twice before we find ourselves complaining just to complain or refusing to empathize with someone who may have a different viewpoint, or submit misleading bills to congress?

I thank you for your time.
XOXO, Lib