Sometimes, books have to go back to the library before you get to read them.

Sometimes, I take this as a sign. Not destined to be read. (Longtime readers can be superstitious/sentimental/and generally weird about books, by the way).

Sometimes, I feel neutral.

This month, the following books left me, unread.

 

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness

Jules threw this out as a potential title for The Phenomenally Indecisive Book Club a long while back (before it was actually in existence, I think…), so I threw it on my hold list. However, the book club title has since been changed to Rules of Civility by Amor Towles, and I have since decided that I don’t need to read any more sci-fi/fantasy at the present moment.

Telling True Stories: A Nonfiction Writer’s Guide from the Nieman Foundation at Harvard University

During extended school breaks, I sometimes get really ambitious about picking up a new hobby or learning more about some specific topic. I blame my mother. This winter break, I decided “hey, why not read up on how to write good creative nonfiction?”

I checked out books (blame my mother), but like all break-time projects, the break is rarely long enough. Back to the library you go.

The Borrower by Rebecca Makkai

After a semester of reading fantasy books for children, I saw a review for this book: Literary Fiction! For Adults! About a Children’s Librarian!

I did avenge this one by ordering it on audio.

Pathfinder by Orson Scott Card

I think I checked this one out because it has some time travel in it, and I was writing a paper about time travel. I left it sitting around for so long because I overestimated my continued interest in fantasy. Or at least fantasy that is 700 million pages long.

Skippy Dies by Paul Murray

This one I’m still upset about. Hogwarts with drugs. HOGWARTS WITH DRUGS, PEOPLE!