Last week, I wrote about 7 books I came to late. A few days ago, I was listening to someone (once again) talk about a book I’ve never read (even though I think I’ll like it) and got to thinking about the probably fabulous ones I still haven’t gotten around to reading. As I finalized my list and thoughts for this post, someone started telling me that she was reading Harry Potter for the very first time as she read it to her children. As someone who is experiencing Laura Ingalls Wilder for the first time* with my own children, I understand. As someone who inhaled Harry Potter book by book at release, I couldn’t even imagine. With that in mind, here are 7 (probably fabulous) books I still haven’t read:
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. In all honestly, hearing something described as a coming-of-age story makes me less interested. I am strangely fascinated by beekeeping, however, so I’m waiting for just the right time to give this a try.
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel falls on the opposite end of the interest spectrum for me. A traveling theater troupe preserving culture and history after a pandemic? Yes, please! I’ve heard people who don’t usually like YA or dystopian fantasy rave about this book. Since I regularly enjoy both, I don’t see how I could go wrong with this one.
The Help by Kathryn Stockett was a book club choice in two bookclubs I’ve attended recently, but since both groups read the book just months before I arrived, I’ve never gotten around to it myself. The movie adaptation earned an 8.1 on IMDB, so I’d definitely like to see it. Since I am who I am, I’ll need to read the book first…but since the movie isn’t even on my husband’s radar and most of my friends have already seen it, there’s no rush.
Still Alice by Lisa Genova is a book I’m just waiting to get the courage to read. Like any book recommended as “so wonderful but so sad,” I need to be in the right frame of mind before I’ll give it a go. Alzheimer’s disease has always scared me, so I expect to find this one especially heartbreaking.
All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. I’ll need to be in the right frame of mind for this book too, but not for the same reasons. Everyone I hear rave about All the Light We Cannot See talks about the detailed and beautiful descriptions of Paris. Lengthy descriptions and fancy symbolism don’t intimidate me; I’m a lit major forever, after all. I am also the primary caregiver to three small children, though, and I’m usually exhausted when I sit down to read. That means I’m reading a lot more quick and compelling than I am long and thoughtful. When I do get around to reading my next literary masterpiece, I think I’ll start here. A Pulitzer prize and over 23,000 Amazon reviews are almost enough to guilt me into it.
Ready Player One by Ernest Cline is everywhere these days. I keep hearing about it on podcasts and reading about it on blogs, but because it was published in 2011, a lot of these references are in using it as a comparison title to something more recent. I don’t know where I’ve been for the last 5 years, but I hadn’t even heard of it until recently. Not all of my trusted reading friends (aka strangers I follow online) have loved the book, but I think I might. I am also very interested in the writing and publication industry, so when I found out there was a bidding war for the chance to publish this debut novel, I was even more intrigued.
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern is the ultimate why-haven’t-I-read-this-yet book for me. Everything I’ve heard about this book sounds right up my alley. Victorian London fantasy? Check. Magical competition? Check. Multiple points of view? Check, check, check. The book is not without critics, but even what people criticize about the book just makes me want to read it even more. Fortunately, The Night Circus is next month’s book in my current book club, so I am finally getting the kick in the pants I need.
*And for the record, my older sister did try to introduce me to Laura Ingalls Wilder when I stayed with her one spring break. For who knows what reason, I picked up The Long Winter first, and my only memory is that it was long and slow. The whole family is enjoying the series so far, so we’ll see how I do with The Long Winter two decades later.