My 2020 in Books…So Far

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If I could be known for one thing it might be my inability to stick to New Years resolutions, specifically those regarding books. Oh I try, but inevitably I fail to reach the lofty goal of fifty (or, embarrassingly, fewer) books in a year.

It’s not for the lack of love for reading either. I love reading, I’m just painfully slow at it, and usually there’s some excuse along the lines of the lack of time, and I end up barely reading the ten or so books I purchase throughout the year, let alone the ever-growing stack of TBR (to-be-read) teetering on the edge of my bookshelf.

So, this is all to say, that I’m really proud of myself for reading four books within the first few weeks of January, which, should I stay on this course, makes 2020 look like a good year for reading.

“One Day in December” by Josie Silver

I spent the first few days of the new year reading this glorious masterpiece of chick-flick warm-and-fuzzies. One Day in December has all the frustrations of your classic rom-com as well as all of the beautiful, butterfly-inducing moments that make you believe in true love.

“To Capture What We Cannot Keep” by Beatrice Colin

There is simply so much to love about this book. I believe I mentioned (possibly on my Instagram?) that historical fiction, as a genre, is quickly becoming my favorite to read. I’m not sure why yet, but I do love jumping into history and exploring a specific place in time. To Capture What We Cannot Keep is beautifully written, and pulls you into the characters.

“Love, Rosie” by Cecelia Ahern

I have been a huge fan of the Love, Rosie movie for years now, so it was only natural that I would eventually end up with this lovely story on my bookshelf. It’s complicated and fun and frustrating and beautiful. There’s a lot to love about Rosie and Alex (the main characters),and, while still romanticized, the story encapsulates a real-life feel.

“Sanditon” by Jane Austen

Happy Reading!

Last, but certainly not least, I read Jane Austen’s unfinished novel, Sanditon. Having now watched a few episodes of the new BBC production of the story, I am sadder than ever that we never got the middle or end of this story. From the first few chapters, you can see Austen’s unique story-telling style and can get a feel of how Sanditon would have fit in with her other novels. If you have an afternoon, it is definitely worth the time.