Happy 2024!

Or: Looking forward to a new year or reading

There will be love and heartbreak.
There will be war and peace.
There will be tears and laughter.
There will be moments of quiet reflection and wild jubilation.
There will be I-can’t-believe-that-happened moments, and obstacles to overcome.
Opportunities, conquests, and robots.

The books will have all this as well, and then some.

Wishing you and yours a happy and healthy New Year, filled with wonderful stories.

‘Tis the season

Or: 2023 – Looking back on a year of reading

The days are dark and dreadful, literally and figuratively, and I’ve happily drawn the curtains to block it all out. Here, in my personal bubble of books, booze, music, and absolutely no news, I’m looking back on the year in reading that is now almost entirely behind me. This is, after all, the time of year where we look back and reflect. So, let the evaluation commence!

The Reading Challenge

  • 17 of 25 boxes ended up being checked, which is a result even I didn’t see coming, as I only started the challenge in May. My willingness to drop everything in order to read, has finally paid off!
  • The worst book I read for this list was definitely no. 13 – a banned book which had me in a spin for a bit. And then I didn’t finish it. It’s also with great pleasure that I can announce that this is hands down the worst book I ever attempted to read.
  • The biggest disappointment in a book was no. 5 – a book with a person’s name in the title. I was so enticed by the teasers and the cover page, and then I just didn’t get it. It happens.
  • The biggest stand-out ends up a triple tie between numbers 14 – a western, 20 – a book that prominently features an animal, and 6 – a book that was turned into a movie. The western was just a thrill-ride that sucked me in from the very first page, and the animal I read about, was a delightful octopus named Marcellus. Then there was scientist Elizabeth Zott, who figured if cooking on tv was the way to get her science across, then that was what she would do. Three very different books, but the common denominator was a kick-ass main character with an amazing voice.
  • The biggest surprise about a book was no. 10 – a retelling of a classic just because I was fearing a dry and complicated mythical read, and then it turned out to be a delightful, almost Dickensian, tale of love conquering greed and envy.
  • Books I learned the most from, are numbers 8 – a book with a one-word title, and 4 – a book with a city in the title. My entry-level knowledge of John Wilkes Booth was what I had learned through tv-show Timeless, but now I know enough to take a quiz on the guy. 1950’s Iran was something I knew equally little about, but reading a story set in that time and place, had me doing a deep-dive into the history books (and recipe books, because the way the cooking and the food was described, had my stomach growl).
  • The book I laughed the most about, was easily no. 22 – a book with more than 500 pages. Fucking stuff up is part of life, no matter what age you are, and I really enjoyed the way it was described that Nell came to that realization.

Other reads:
Yes, I probably would have finished the reading challenge if I only had stuck to reading items that fitted the list. But, sometimes books that don’t fit a category, still had to be read: they were either borrowed from friends, I was the next reader on the library waiting list, or they just called out to me from their spot on the to-be-read pile. Then I also re-read some of my all-time favourites, just to get me going again when I got stuck in a reading rut or needed something to get me away from a book.
How to kill men and get away with it , Everyone in my family killed someone, and Factory girls were the stand-out reads in this category. I’m sure it’s entirely coincidental that these three books all have bright orange covers.

In numbers

  • 31 – total number of books read that fell outside of the reading challenge category and/or were read before the reading challenge was started.
  • 17 – total number of books read for the reading challenge
  • 7 – books started but not finished because they were the wrong book at the wrong time
  • 27 – books I borrowed from the library
  • 5 – books I borrowed from friends
  • 23 – books I bought

Overall conclusion
I borrowed books, bought books, and donated books.
I’ve talked about books, written about books, and took so many pictures of books-i-want-to-read that my phone’s memory is close to reaching full capacity.
I got to know amazing characters, and discovered new places.
2023 was one heck of a book year.

Book review : Factory Girls / Michelle Gallen

Factory Girls / Michelle Gallen

My tbr pile is so big, that I lost a book in there.
(Confession or brag: it’s a thin line. I guess it depends on who you ask. Just don’t ask my mom: she’ll only roll her eyes.)
What happened, was that I started to read this book last year, and when for some reason I had to put it down, I accidentally put it on the wrong stack and it ended up on the tbr pile, instead of the “I’m currently reading these”-pile. When I was looking for a book to read for my reading challenge, I stumbled on this book instead, was so happy to have found it again, that I forgot about the reading challenge for a hot minute, and dove into this instead.

I bought this book in Dublin last year as a souvenir, and it’s very Irish.
Factory Girls is set in Northern Ireland, 1994. It’s about Maeve Murray, who has two best friends, Aoife, and Caroline. They live in “a shitty wee border town” near Derry, and the girls have just finished school. They have all summer to wait for their exam results, and use the thirteen weeks to work at the local clothing factory, to save up money for university. Maeve dreams about studying journalism in London, where nobody will know her, and nobody will care about the fact that she’s Catholic and has a sister who died.
Because they can’t wait to leave home, Maeve and Caroline rent a small apartment above a shop, across from the factory. The factory workforce consists of Catholics and Protestants alike, and even inside the small factory community, there is a strong divide that has tensions rising at times. The peace talks that are happening, are only cause for more tension. Maeve is relieved to finally find one thing they have in common: both Catholics and Protestants sing the happy birthday song exactly the same.
Their boss is Andy, who is called Handy Andy by the workers. He’s a creep who unhooks the women’s bras as he walks his rounds on the factory floor, and regularly calls women into his office alone. Maeve becomes one of his victims, but when she finds out she’s comped an extra ten pounds in her weekly pay for it, she only cares that in thirteen weeks, that would add up to an extra hundred-and-thirty pounds.
It is Andy who gives her the book How to Make Friends and Influence People which she applies in the funniest and darkest ways.
Maeve is aware that survival in their corner of the world, depends on being able to stay out of the spotlight, to keep your head down, and not make any outspoken friends or enemies. Yet just as she is about to make a clean get-away, she breaks her own rules and gets herself into trouble.

The book is written in accent, and I don’t know about you, but I generally find reading accents difficult, it slows me down, and words or expressions can leave me stumped, or require reading out loud. But when accent writing is done right, it adds an extra layer to the characters and the setting. I thought this book was an excellent example; the accents are used to mark the difference between the standings in society, and I could just hear these girls talk. And Maeve talks the best talk. She’s rough around the edges, a sharp observer, and aware that her working-class, Catholic background, is not working in her favour. Maeve is also aware that her normalcy about living with terror all the time, is actually not normal. Not only has she witnessed, and experienced, the violence of the Troubles, but plenty of “normal” violence and sexual abuse too. As she says: life is tough on men, but it’s always tougher on women.
Despite its serious setting and the roughness, there are plenty of (dark) laughs to find in this book as well.
This book gives off Derry Girls vibes (if you haven’t seen it: this is a gem of a show that streams on Netflix in the NL, not sure about other areas) but it’s way more real than that and has a darker sense of humour.
I liked this book a whole lot and it is a perfect example of why books make excellent souvenirs.

Q&A with the bookworm

I received a few questions that I thought might be best answered out in the open because others might be asking themselves the same things. So, got a question? Leave it in the comment section or send it in and it’ll get answered because I’m an open book. (Wink. Nudge. Book pun.)
Here’s the first five.

Not all the books you read are part of the reading challenge. Why is this?
While the reading challenge is leading, there are some books that don’t fall into any of the categories of the list. The reasons I still read them:

  • they are “you need to read this!”-books borrowed from friends and I don’t like to keep borrowed materials too long because it feels like overstaying a visit
  • I was next in line on the library’s waiting list
  • they were on my TBR pile and suddenly call out to be read.
    (This is why I won’t do well in a book club: my prioritization is all over the place.)

So far, you’ve checked ten books from the list and we’re well into September. Do you think you’ll be able to finish the reading challenge?
Yes! Because I’m optimistic to a level where it might be considered naïve. (My glass isn’t just half-full; there’s a bottle standing next to it to keep it topped up. Honestly, it’s my biggest flaw. At the same time, it’s my biggest strength.)
Also, I only started the reading challenge in May so I’ll come up a few months short anyway. I’ve been trying my best to catch up though: I’m currently in the process of reading another four books for the list. Besides that, deadlines might be crucial in work-life, but this is my private life, my reading life. Deadlines are flexible here.

PS It’s September. September! Did someone press fast forward on the time button?

I also don’t get the Nicholas Sparks vibe; maybe we should start a club. What was your biggest reading disappointment?
First of all: glad to know I’m not alone out here! And if we start the club, can we get buttons?

In regards to the reading disappointments, I’m sure there have been other and worse disappointments, but the first that comes to mind is Luckenbooth (Jenni Fagan, 2021). I bought this as a souvenir in an amazing bookshop in Edinburgh last year and it had all kinds of rave reviews. I so wanted to like this: it was set in one of those typical Edinburgh tenement buildings and spanned several stories over a hundred-year period. I was expecting a historical novel, but this turned out to be fantasy / horror. It was rough and out-there and weird, and I like weird and odd and out-there, but this was just too much of it all. For me this book was the equivalent of thinking you’ve got a glass of water in front of you and then you take a sip and it turns out to be vodka. When something is not what you expect it to be, it might be tough to swallow.

What is your favourite genre to read? And what’s your least favourite?
Historical fiction is my favourite: I love when the past is brought to life.
Horror is my absolute least favourite: I don’t like freaky stuff or a gore fest, they give me the heebie-jeebies.

Why don’t you use stars for your reviews?
I’m afraid that if I did, it would end up all being three and five stars. Giving ratings with stars feels so…definite. Which gives you a glimpse into my commitment issues.
Or I would compensate with weird two-point-forty-one stars or something because I would feel bad about a one or two star rating. Which tells you a little something about my guilt complex.
(Likewise I don’t buy or get into anything based on stars as they don’t give me enough information. Which reveals my problems with control.)

The dangers of a bookshop

Letting a bookworm loose in a bookshop is asking for trouble.
I recently went nuts in a bookshop in Aachen and then even worse so, shortly after in a bookshop in Zwolle. This was a particularly nice bookshop, inside an old church. They had an amazing English language section and I ended up with seven, seven!, books. The seven books came about after a strict selection process* and I took pictures of the books I had to leave behind, as reference for a future spending spree and/or library visit, and to stare longingly at until then.
I’d never bought this many books at once before, and I gulped as I opened my wallet to pay. Then the lady at the checkout asked which ones were presents and I almost let her wrap up a couple, to make myself look less greedy. But that seemed wasteful in use of paper so I just owned up to my lack of self-control and admitted they were all for me, and of course, she wasn’t judgy and just happy that I helped her shop survive. Fighting the online giants is what I’m all about!

To prevent any more dents in my bank card, I’ve promised not to spend any more money on books for the rest of the year. The witnesses to this declaration (made on my way out of the shop), called BS on that claim. They know me too well.
And because the internet is the place where strangers judge you, I’m putting it out here as well to help keep myself on the straight and narrow. And don’t worry: I’m grown-up enough to fess up the moment I slip. After all, according to the countdown timer it’s only 138 more days of the year. I think I will be able to do that.

*such as: “The reading challenge requires a western”, “This is a pretty cover”, “I didn’t buy this one last time”, “It’s under fifteen euros”.

Endless love

Some books you fall in love with head-over-heels.
Some books are a slow burn.
Some books are an on-off-on affair.
Some books you revisit over and over and the spark is always there.
Ah, books.

Apparently, making these kinds of declarations out loud in public allows your friends to label you a weird nerd. Let me assure you: I wear the label with pride.