I read 26 books this summer. Let’s talk about it!Continue reading “All The Books I Read This Summer”
August is here and I am actually shook. Where has the summer gone I feel cheated. I read 18 “books” (on Goodreads) but they make up both novels and novellas. It was an insane reading month and at one point I was reading a book and a half a day. However, this is where it ends – I really don’t want to be reading this much fiction, and I’m going to be focusing more of my time on reading non-fiction
or procrastinating reading non-fiction or trying to win (but consistently losing) at Monopoly.
The beautiful cover presents, unfortunately, a false image of what this book is. The single woman looking out across the city of what I can only assume is Paris, portrays an image of a secure hope. It also makes the woman seem as if she knows exactly what’s going on out there, as if she has everything on the palm on her hand. A hope founded on an unshakable basis of fact. At least… that is what it spoke to me. It spoke security, to me.
And that is one word I would never use to explain this book. This book is based on a wild and desperate hope, a hope sprouting from a desperate gamble. The woman is strong as steel, with a determination and willpower to match it. The question this book poses is: does it make a difference?Continue reading “The Lost Girls of Paris”