I know that eventually, give and take a few months, I will not remember 99% of the moments occurring in the last two months, but now, it feels like I could not have packed more into such a short time. “More”, unfortunately, does not translate into reading more books.
Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin
Humanistic fiction at its best and engaging no matter what your orientation; the first of many Baldwin titles I will be reading.
Walk Through Walls: A Memoir by Marina Abramovic
Abramovic’s life is made for art and storytelling; if you weren’t a fan before, you’ll be an acolyte before you hit the last page.
Empress Dowager Cixi: The Concubine Who Launched Modern China by Jung Chang
The book was long, with some parts meandering on the fringes; enough spark to motivate further exploration of Chinese history.
Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong
I had read a lot about poetry’s boy wonder, and admit that the accolades are deserving.
Between Meals: An Appetite for Paris by A.J. Liebling
It didn’t meet my expectations, which was disappointing considering that it is listed as one of the best in food journalism.
Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse by Anne Carson
A skilled masterpiece that made me mighty uncomfortable at times.
The Dream of My Return by Horacio Castellanos Moya
I like surreal encounters, and Moya’s novel reads like being a passenger on a bizarre road trip.
The Score Takes Care of Itself: My Philosophy of Leadership by Bill Walsh
A classic primer in leadership and management; enough said.
Georgia O’Keeffe: A Life by Roxana Robinson
I am a great admirer of the artist, but I responded to the book like required reading for a lecture.
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