September 25: Books By My Favorite Authors That I Still Haven’t Read
The People in the Trees by Hanya Yanagihara. I think I’ve waxed eloquent about A Little Life on here enough (side note: check out my friend Patrick’s brilliant review), but I am very much a #fakefan of Yanagihara’s, having never read her debut novel, The People In The Trees. I’m a little apprehensive; my mom who’s just as huge a fan of A Little Life as I am had a kind of lukewarm reaction to The People in the Trees, so it’s put me off even though I’ve heard from other people that it’s brilliant. It’s definitely one I want to get to in 2019.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. The Secret History has been one of my all-time favorite books for years, but it’s still the only novel I’ve read by Donna Tartt. I own her other two, The Goldfinch and The Little Friend, but I think I’ve been putting them off because I’m not convinced they could begin to compare to The Secret History. But, The Goldfinch in particular I really do want to read soon, especially after Steph recently read and loved it.
The Spinning Heart by Donal Ryan. This is probably the book I’ve carried with me to the most places without ever having read it. I think it came to Houston with me both times. This seems to have been at the top of my TBR for about two years now, but it never seems like the most pressing thing I need to read. But, I absolutely adored Ryan’s All We Shall Know and From a Low and Quiet Sea, so I really do need to get to The Spinning Heart soon.
Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro. I’ve read every single one of Kazuo Ishiguro’s novels, meaning his short story collection Nocturnes is the only thing I have left to read by him. And I’ve actually read half of it. I started it I think back in 2015, and never ended up finishing it for some reason, and now I’m torn between starting over and picking up where I left off… I actually have a bizarrely good memory so I feel like I’d be fine to just start in the middle, but I’m worried I’ll have forgotten some finer details. And I did really like the first few stories I’d read.
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne. I feel like the last person on earth who hasn’t read this. I remember one of my roommates telling me about this book senior year of college because I’d actually never heard of it or the author; fast forward four years and John Boyne is now one of my favorite authors and I’ve read four of his novels, but not this one. I’m a little apprehensive because I don’t read middle grade, at all, but I feel like I need to just devote an hour of my life to reading this at some point and see how it goes.
The Surface Breaks by Louise O’Neill. I feel like the only person in the world who failed to get excited at the prospect of a YA Little Mermaid retelling, but, nothing about YA Little Mermaid retelling exactly screams my name. But even so, I really adore Louise O’Neill, and having read and loved Asking For It and Almost Love earlier this year, I really want to read everything she’s written at some point.
Last Night in Montreal by Emily St. John Mandel. I’ve read Station Eleven twice which is huge for me as I’m not a big re-reader, but it got selected as a book club pick after I’d already read it, and I loved it so much that I felt no hesitation in picking it up again. But I actually haven’t read anything else by Emily St. John Mandel. I own a couple of them, including Last Night in Montreal, which sounds simply brilliant.
The Good People by Hannah Kent. Kent’s debut Burial Rites is one of the most devastating and beautiful and atmospheric things I’ve ever read, so it only stands to reason that her sophomore novel set in Ireland would be even more up my alley. I have heard from some people whose opinions I trust that The Good People isn’t quite as excellent as Burial Rites, but I’m still really hoping it will work for me.
Ariel by Sylvia Plath. Despite the fact that The Bell Jar is one of my absolute favorite novels, I don’t think I’ve read any of Sylvia Plath’s poetry. I mean, aside from Lady Lazarus and Daddy and all the individual poems that everyone knows. But I really do want to read her collection Ariel at some point in the hopefully not too distant future. It’s actually one I keep an eye out for when I’m in bookstores, but I can never seem to find a copy out in the wild.
Theatre by W. Somerset Maugham. I don’t think I’ve read a single Somerset Maugham novel since I started book blogging, which is a shame as he’s one of my all-time favorites. I’ve read Of Human Bondage, The Razor’s Edge, The Moon and Sixpence, and The Painted Veil, but I’d like to read all of his novels at some point. I own this one as well as Cakes and Ale, but Theatre calls to me a bit more so I’ll probably be starting here.
Have you guys read any of these? And what are some books by your favorite authors you still haven’t read? Comment and let me know!