Last year, I shared a book at this time of year that fit perfectly with the moody, cool, often damp world that is November. This year, coincidentally, I have another book that fits that category. It’s spooky season, but this book is more in the haunting category.
What makes this one special is that both of my daughters have been telling me to read it for quite some time. This is of note, because they rarely like the same books. When I finally started reading it, I finished in less than two days because I couldn’t stop.
Most of the books I read this summer were just OK. There were a few that were interesting, or had good descriptions, but nothing that set me back on my heels. When I read one that made me laugh out loud the whole way through it, I had to mention it here.
When this post goes live, God willing, I’ll be in 24-hour quarantine at a hotel in Kigali, Rwanda. The Chaplain and I, with my parents’ help, are getting away together for the first time since the pandemic.
We’ll be staying with a friend once we’re out of quarantine, so other than having a couple of ideas about what I want to do while I’m there (fabric shopping, lots of outdoor time, and maybe a visit to the library and the Shokola Storytellers Cafe), the pressure is off for planning activities during the trip. Instead of reading the guide books I got out of the library, I focused on reading books by authors from the region.
Here are two I wanted to share.
Ahead, two books for your summer antiracism reading: a fact-filled thought provoker, and a middle grade novel that will have you smiling through your tears.
I’ve always really enjoyed books that play with time and space, and The Chosen Ones, by Veronica Roth, is at the intersection of many of favorite ideas and genres.
