Reading crime/thriller novels is my guilty pleasure. When I’m in the mood to read but don’t really want to use my brain, I love diving into these novels, where the most I have to think about is whether the protagonist is going to survive or who is the killer. These are especially nice to read when I’m traveling, and, on my most recent trip, Stillhouse Lake by Rachel Caine was the book of choice.
(No spoilers ahead, because it’s that type of book 🙂 )
I first heard about Sphinx, by Anne Garréta, a while back when Jenn Im on Youtube talked about it in her favorites. The premise intrigued me – it was a romance between the narrator and their lover, A***, and the author didn’t use gender markers for either character throughout the book. I was curious how the author accomplished this linguistic feat, so I purchased almost immediately. However, my reading had been slow in the last few months, so it wasn’t until just last week that I finished this book.
Ironically enough, I’m finishing up a glass of red zinfindel as I write a review of this book, Blackout: The Things I Drank to Forget, whichis about the author Sarah Hepola’s her alcoholism and her road to recovery.
Generally, I don’t veer towards memoirs, but the title of this book really caught my eye, and when there was a Kindle eBook sale on this book, I thought “why not?” and decided to give it a go. I’m glad I did, because it was a great read, and a book I would recommend to all of my friends.