I enjoyed Matthew Dicks’ Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend because it was different from anything I’d read before. Dicks manages to surprise and delight once again with his newest release, Twenty-one Truths About Love, a novel in list form penned by anxious dad-to-be Daniel Mayrock.
I seem to be in the vast minority here, but I didn’t love this book. Alice Hoffman, author of magical realism gems like Practical Magic and The Museum of Extraordinary Things, excels at weaving fantastical, enchanting tales. While The World That We Knew retains the elements Hoffman is known for, it fell flat for me and I found the narrative tedious in many respects.
Ruth Ware is one of those rare authors whose entire collection of works I’ve read. I started out in 2016 with The Woman in Cabin 10 (my favorite to date), and I’ve been hooked ever since. Ware’s newest release, The Turn of the Key, is a close second to TWiC10, and once I started reading I just couldn’t stop.
Crouch’s Dark Matter was the first science fiction thriller I’d ever read, and it blew me away. Life-changing science is being researched all the time, but rarely do I consider how it could affect my life. But Blake Crouch captivates and pulls readers into a world where obscure scientific advancement becomes reality. His newest release, Recursion, is just as fun and lasting as Dark Matter.
The Handmaid’s Tale meets The Hunger Games, The Grace Year is a memorable dystopian story of the resilience of the female spirit.
Just as she did with the Scottish town of Kirrinfief in The Bookshop on the Corner, Jenny Colgan succeeds once again at drawing the reader into her quirky fictional shop, this time selling chocolate instead of books, and this time in Paris. The dual narrative is nostalgic and sweet, and The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in Paris demands to be read with a steaming cup of hot chocolate — topped with lots of marshmallows.
Holy wow this book is everything. Casey McQuiston — with her debut novel (!) — gives readers exactly what we didn’t know we needed: a rom-com not to be forgotten that’s House of Cards meets Rainbow Rowell’s Carry On.
As an introvert with occasionally crippling social anxiety, I regarded Jess Pan’s book warily. I saw the cover online, laughed at the icing-on-the-cake image, and then gave the subtitle a little side-eye. An introvert… saying yes… for a whole year? Say it ain’t so.