This month has been a weird one for me. We had an insane heatwave, I complained about it in a previous post, and we also had family over visiting from Spain, which increased my social anxiety and made me stress a lot about little things. Those two combined meant I didn’t read much this month. I couldn’t focus on words. I would read one page and then forget what I had just read.
I spent most of this month adding pins to my Autumn Aesthetic Pinterest board, where I currently live (mentally) and dreaming of colder months.
Best read of July
Good Girl Complex by Elle Kennedy
This starts like the typical good girl meets a bad boy, but she’s rich and an entrepreneur, and he works in construction and makes furniture… I don’t know, it was the best read of the month and I’ll read the second book when it comes out later in the year, but I don’t have much to say about it. It was ok.
People spend their whole lives complaining about things they’re unwilling to change. At a certain point, either pluck up the courage or shut up.
Fiction reads
It Happened One Summer by Tessa Bailey
I liked this book at the beginning. Rich, troubling girls are forced to move to a fishing town for three months to work in a family bar. It started like a great summer romance, but it lost me towards the end when the couple got together, and there were just too many long and unnecessary sex scenes. I couldn’t finish this book, I cringed too much every time the two lovers met. I hated the writing so much.
Comic books
Happily Ever After & Everything In Between by Debbie Tung
I discovered Debbie Tung earlier this year, and this was her last published book. Her books are mostly biographical, illustrating parts of her life as an introvert and book lover, and this one was about her relationship with her husband. I didn’t dislike it, but I connected more with her first two books.
The Sad Ghost Club: Volume 1 and The Sad Ghost Club Volume Two by Lize Meddings
I was really excited to read The Sad Ghost Club. It’s been on my TBR list for a while. But I wished I’d read them ten years ago as a teenager. Right now, I just felt too old for the story.
Murder Book: A Graphic Memoir of a True Crime Obsession by Hilary Fitzgerald Campbell
An exploration of why most (white) women are obsessed with true crime, combined with some of the biggest murder stories in the US and the writer’s personal story with her love for true crime. I liked this book, but it felt a bit long at times. While some scenes were hilarious, sometimes it was a bit repetitive.
I’m so happy this month is mostly over. Reading back my “reviews” of this short wrap up I sound like I hated everything I read. I don’t want to sound judgmental or tired, I just really needed to find a book I connected with so I could leave my reality for a while, but that was hard to find this month. Instead, I started binge-watching Friends for the eightieth time. Seriously, why am I watching this show again? I can’t stop. But just seeing Monica’s beautiful flat brings me comfort.
Look how pretty it is. Can I just move there for a while?
Willow in Winter 