September is gone and all pretending that it is still summer has to end. As much as I love summer, part of me is ready for autumn, for the smell of fallen leaves, a bit shorter days, more excuses to stay in and read. What I am dreading is winter, with its completely dark days, but let’s focus on the current moment and positives, sunny autumn days are so colorful.
Readingwise September was definitely better than August, probably because I had another vacation and even though the first week of it was very busy with sightseeing in Porto (loved it) and Lisbon (not so much), the second week was a glorious beach holiday in Estoril, which gave me plenty of reading time. I even managed to read my first book in German, a collection of very short stories, but still I am proud of myself. When I compare the books I read in August with September ones my reading definitely got darker and more serious, but I guess that was what my mind needed after somewhat disappointing encounters with joyful and positive books in August.
I blogged a little less, because I didn’t manage to prepare all posts before my vacation and after I was back I had a bit of hard time getting back into the rhythm of regular writing, but now I seem to be back on track with at least two post weekly. It is funny how our minds crave routine, but also when it’s broken how difficult it is to get back. Laziness, I guess.
How was your September? Are you ready for autumn?
74. We Need to Talk About Kevin – Lionel Shriver
73. Schönhauser Allee – Wladimir Kaminer (r)
72. On Beauty – Zadie Smith (r)
71. The Little Book of Kindness – Bernadette Russell (r)
70. Jak Przestałem Kochać Design – Marcin Wicha
69. Adventures in Modern Marriage – William Nicholson (r)
68. A Horse Walks into a Bar – David Grossman (r)
67. Dead Souls – Ian Rankin (r)