I’m back with my final end-of-the-year post!
I wanted to have a lil chat about the books I’m most looking forward to reading in 2020 – I’ve tried to
actually find books that are released this year, not just books that are being released in paperback, which is usual the “new releases” that I tend to buy.
Anyway, here’s the book I’m most excited for in 2020:
The Foundling by Stacey Halls
OK, so Stacey Halls’ debut, The Familiars, was my favourite book of 2019 and is definitely in my top 5 favourite books of all-time. Once I saw the hardback edition of her second book, The Foundling, with the stunning end pages, dust jacket and spine, I couldn’t resist pre-ordering it
and I passionately HATE hardbacks.
I’ve bought my ticket to her author event at Waterstones, Liverpool, next month to hear her talk about her The Foundling. I didn’t wanna go without having read this, so I’m going to start on it as soon as it arrives in the post. It sounds like yet another amazing read. I won’t give too much of the synopsis away, but it’s set in London, 1754. Six years after leaving her illegitimate daughter Clara at London’s Foundling Hospital, Bess Bright returns to reclaim that child she has never known.
The Mercies by Kiran Millwood Hargrave
Next up is The Mercies. I’m not sure if I’ll end up buying this in hardback or if I’ll wait till later in the year for its paperback release, but I’m super stoked about it. I’m always after a new witchy book and this one sounds like a dream.
The blurb on Goodreads says: After a storm has killed off all the island’s men, two women in a 1600s Norwegian coastal village struggle to survive against both natural forces and the men who have been sent to rid the community of alleged witchcraft.
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‘Do you think I am an automaton? A machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think me wrong!’
I made it my goal this year to reread (and annotate) all the Brontë novels. It’s safe to say that won’t be happening. I’ve only managed two so far, leaving me with five. It’s doable, but I don’t want to dedicate the rest of the reading year to it, so I’ll carry it onto next year instead.
One of the challenges for this year’s #Victober was to re-read a Victorian classic, so, naturally, I chose Jane Eyre. It’s my favourite book of all time. My comfort book. The one I can return to time and time again, never growing bored, and always taking away something new from it. It’s my third time rereading it. I somehow loved it even more this time round.
As usual, the remaining chapters is what makes the book so special to me. It might seem weird to say, but I feel privileged to have witnessed Jane’s journey through life. Charlotte told the story in a way that allowed me to build a relationship with our protagonist. I felt what she felt; I craved what she craved; and I was desolate when she was desolate. It probably has something to do with the type of character Jane is: she’s ordinary. Just like any other. She isn’t a distant, middle-class character; she is very much present in the real world.
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Reading wrap-ups are outdated. I’m bored of them. Reading updates are my new thing. Every two weeks, I’m going to post one of these. It’s a much longer post where I actually chat about the books I’ve read, rather than just presenting the name, my rating and the synopsis.
I started October with my all-time favourite book: Jane Eyre. I’m taking part in #Victober this year, and one of the challenges was to re-read a Victorian classic, so I chose my fave after my trip to Haworth last month. Jane Eyre follows the titular character through life, journeying from childhood to adulthood, from poverty to wealth, from loneliness to love. It is such an enchanting read.
The main reason I picked this up was to rekindle my passion for Victorian literature. My Masters, despite how much I enjoyed it, really killed my love for this period. It was just nonstop. I needed a well-deserved break from it. It lasted for a few months, but I started to miss it. Victorian literature is My Thing. Jane Eyre kickstarted my relationship with Vic lit, so I was hoping it would do it again.
It did, to some degree, but I’m not completely there yet.
Nevertheless, I loved my re-read. I love how Charlotte Brontë tells a story. Jane is a brilliant character; she defies the expectations of a Victorian woman and does so unashamedly. My favourite part of the book, as always, is reading about her and Rochester’s relationship. The final 50 pages? B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L.
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