Over the last two months, I have been trying to keep up with my New Years Resolutions while juggling jobs, friendships, my relationship and my life. I have spent the last two years reading self help memoirs about women working towards the best version of themselves. And after two months, I am ready to throw in the towel.
For the last two months, I have blogged every Sunday, and every Sunday, I have enjoyed it. I love the challenge of blogging, finding the perfect picture, sharing my work on social media and being the proud owner of a blog. But the last couple days have been rough personally and professionally, and that has resulted in a level of creative exhaustion I don’t usually experience.
While February hasn’t ended yet, I figured now was a good time to get this up, before I completely forget what all the books were about.
Let’s go back to the beginning. In February of last year, barely a week after my girlfriend had asked me officially to be hers, she asked if I’d like to Paris sometime in October. And I was skeptical. I’d barely been seriously theirs for a week and here they were asking if I wanted to go to Paris. “I’ve always wanted to take a girl to Paris,” she said, and my heart melted. So that’s how I spent 5 days last October walking between tourist destinations and eating my way through the city of love.
This week has been a weird reading week. I started taking a MasterClass on writing children’s books, and part of the class means reading tons of books by the professor. These books, for me, don’t feel like they “count,” to my weekly reading goals, as they are short, middle grade, and take less than an hour to read. So I picked up something I consider to be junk food.
In anticipation of Valentine’s Day, my library had a table of books for “singles, ready to mingle.” As cringe worthy as that is, I perused, finding Mandy Len Catron’s book, How to Fall in Love with Anyone. I remember reading Catron’s New York Times piece, the most clicked of 2015, and figured this book was worth a shot.
By some miracle, I read four books this month. It wasn’t all that hard, but I made time to read, made it happen, and occasionally, forced myself to read. I found that I like reading physical copies of books that are fiction, and listening to self-help, and when I deviate from that, I end up frustrated. But anyway, here are some mini reviews of what I read this month: