One book. That was my grand total for the month of February. One book read, zero things written. It was a tough few weeks, creatively, and not the most productive.
But I'm back at it and I've slapped my list together and I'm anxious to carry on, to spring forward. Things are looking up. So here's what I read, in decidedly un-chronological order.
Fortunately, the Milk by Neil Gaiman. With my six year old over spring break. Lots of voices. Exhausting. She wasn't as thrilled as I would have hoped but I think this might be one that loses something when read aloud by someone like myself. The audio book is splendid, I'm sure, but I expect my littlest will be more of a fan in a couple of years when she is able to tackle it herself.
Sleeping Giants by Sylvain Neuvel. I liked the beginning of this very much. The premise was intriguing and I could even get on board with the unorthodox narrative structure. Sadly, it lost me somewhere around the middle but I made it to the end nonetheless and don't regret it.
Studio Sesh: The Book by Britt Bass Turner. Britt Bass Turner is an Atlanta-based painter whose work I frequently admire. I have one print of hers in my living room and it always makes me happy to look at. Studio Sesh is her self-published guide to the art of abstract painting, which I picked up because I was feeling at the moment - and a bit now still - that a hobby was in order, a creative outlet that didn't involve words or writing in any way. The book is very pretty but also, in my opinion, very expensive at $65+ and isn't so much a guide as a glossary of ideas with a lot of blank pages in between on which the reader is vaguely invited to "experiment." It would be great for someone, I'm sure, but wasn't exactly what I was hoping for or expecting.
Sick in the Head by Judd Apatow. Last year I spent a week casually binge-watching Jerry Seinfeld's web series, Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee. Though I have never been a huge Seinfeld fan in general, I found the series to be utterly entertaining and almost universally flattering to the subjects of Jerry's interviews. Sarah Jessica Parker's episode, in particular, was surprisingly endearing (I'm now an SJP fan for life) and President Obama's was as charming as anyone would expect. Judd Apatow also made an appearance on the show and came across as a lot more earnest and introspective than I knew him to be previously. This book, a collection of conversations in which he assumes the opposite role, of interviewer instead of interviewee, is a nice continuation of that.
Celine by Peter Heller. The best of the bunch. Hands down. Loved every word.