Recently my friend Sarah posted about her reading habits in our book club discussion on Goodreads, and it got me thinking about my own reading habits. I looked back over the previous books I read and the book I’m currently reading and I noticed pretty quickly that all of these books are kinda depressing.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved the last book I read (“Cutting for Stone”) very much and I’m enjoying “And the Mountains Echoed” a lot, but talk about stories that break your heart. Oi.
I notice that what I read sometimes affects my mental state. I’m a very sensitive person and if I read something depressing, well, it’ll make me depressed and I can’t have that. This happens a lot when I read something sad at night. I read the sad thing, think about the sad thing while I try to fall asleep, dream about the sad thing, and then wake up thinking about how I dreamt about the sad thing. It’s a sick cycle, I know.
So I am currently on the hunt for things that are not depressing. I’m about to finish a book of essays by Chuck Klosterman, whom I love, and I’m saving the Rembert Explains America installments for then, too, but I need something else.
This is where I turn to the lovely, faithful readers of my newborn blog. Any suggestions for things that won’t make me lie awake questioning humanity/my own personal life? I am open to any suggestions, whether they be fun YA books, lighter fiction, nonfiction, short stories, biographies, poetry, or anything else you can think of. My friends and fellow readers have great taste, so I trust you guys.
Thanks in advance for the recommendations! With that, I’m out.