This hasn't happened once in the decade since I started keeping this log, but somehow the pile of "read" books got put back onto the bookshelves! Which leaves me trying hopelessly to recreate the past few months' reading. It's shocking how little I remember. Here goes nothing: Family Life by Akhil Sharma I'm a sucker for an immigrant tale, especially one which features people from India.

All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr It's not that I didn't enjoy this book. I did. I really did. I guess I just expected to be utterly blown away.

And The Dark Sacred Night by Julia Glass I was so glad to reenter the lives of these characters!

The Snow Queen by Michael Cunningham I think maybe it's because I read this on my Ipad. I kept losing track of the story. I so much prefer to read an actual book.

Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932 by Francine Prose I swear I'm not being arrogant (I'm far too full of self-loathing for that) when I say that my World War 2 related book is simply better than this one.

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel Fucking incredible.

This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper Meh.

And that's all I can remember. So fucking annoying. I can't believe it. I hate that I'm missing books! Never will I let this happen again.