Those are all the books, I’ve read so far this year.
Not as many as I’d wish they’d be but I enjoyed all of them.
They all look a little worn because when I read, I carry the book around everywhere I go.
“The Violet Theory“ by Elodie Iver, who inspires me in many ways, accompanied me at school for a whole month. I spend most of my free periods, reading and I couldn’t put the book down. I was sucked into an adventure with twists and turns with every flip of the page, following Mavis Caverly and Beck Pyper.
My summer, I spend reading “Girl In Pieces“ by Kathleen Glasgow and I developed an unexpected, deep love for Charlie Davis and Riley, who turned out to be one of the boys that smelled like burned glass and anger, that Charlie always seemed to find. But that’s okay. The funny thing is that this book and the next book, I finished reading just yesterday on our road trip back home from Southern France, have something in common. They both have characters that share the name „Blue“, which in the words of Ellis is fucking angelic. Also, they mention Elliot Smith. It was a lot like finding a “Needle in the Hay“. (If you get the reference you most likely are my favorite person in the world)
So, I listened to “Waltz #2“ along with Blue, who wrote Jaques that this song really did remind him of the boy who was a little careless with his alias, as it turned out. «Jaques a dit, right?»
In case you did not see the movie or read the book, which I liked so much better, although I adore Nick Robinson, I’m talking about “Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda“ by Becky Albertalli.
Don’t get me wrong, the film wasn’t bad but they made some changes, completely throwing things that make the characters and their relationships overboard. (I might rant about that another time)
A book I also read last week, sitting on the beach, is “Holding Up the Universe" by my all time favorite author Jennifer Niven. She just has a way with words that keeps my eyes glued to the pages. Jack Maselin (high cheekbones, strong jaw, a mouth that’s hitched up at one corner, serious eyes with circles under them, middle brown skin, enormous lion’s mane Afro) and Libby Strout (constellations of freckles on her face, eyes like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day, long eyelashes, rollicking, throaty laugh, smells like sunshine) are some of the most unique characters I’ve ever read about and so is Theodor Finch, who is my favorite fictional character since I read “All the Bright Places“, the book that made me fall in love with Jennifer Niven’s writing in the first place.
The character is inspired by someone she knew in real life and it breaks my heart in many ways.
I loved and hated getting caught in his deranged mind at the same time. The book becoming darker and darker per chapter. “I am in pieces.“
After reading Holding Up the Universe, I noticed that Theodor Finch, most likely inherited his last name from Atticus Finch (To Kill a Mocking Bird), since Libby keeps mentioning him. Niven is brilliant with contriving some of her personal favorites like Supernatural and Marvel in her books. And I live for it. When Libby Strout was thirteen and bed bound, due to weighing 500 pounds, she built her own little universe in her head, where Dean, Castiel, and Sam, which she imagined to be the names of the three brothers living across the street were her best friends. Later she finds out that their names were actually Dusty, Marcus and Jack Maselin, who she falls in love with, in a very unconventional way. What a plot twist.
And than there’s Jack who had to get sixty-seven stitches, when he was six years old, after diving off his roof, headfirst into the earth, cracking his skull wide open, trying to be Iron Man, in his Iron Man suit, when in reality he was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of swim trunks. The accident is most likely the reason he has Prosopagnosia:
(pro-suh-pag-NO-zhuh) noun:
an inability to recognize the faces of familiar people, typically as a result of damage to the brain
when everyone is a stranger
Which means he has to internalize these identifiers, like the ones I used after introducing you to Libby and Jack to be able to guess who’s standing in front of him, making his loved one’s complete strangers, every time they turn around for just a second.
Giving the book an interesting perspective and the reader an insight into what it is like to live with a severe form of this disability.

I also reread about half of the Harry Potter series in a really weird order, some in English, some in German. I collected a few different copies over the years. The most recent one being a 2010 edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone, I bought last year at a tiny thrift store in Windsor for £2.49, that I cherish deeply because it’s clearly been loved before.

What is your favorite book?