I’m so sorry guys, I know this post is extremely late, I’ve just been beyond busy, and, if I’m being honest, I’ve been in one of those moods–you know the one–when you literally just feel bad for yourself for no apparent reason. That’s been me. Who wants to read a mopey blog post? Not I. So I took a little break, fell into a reading slump, and tried to just breathe through it.
BUT I’M BACK. AND READY TO TALK ABOUT MY FAVORITE BOOK CRATE EVER.
Cozy Reader Club is a monthly women’s fiction subscription box catered to every cozy reader’s need. And, if you aren’t picking up what I’m putting down yet, it also happens to be my favorite book box there is.
In this month’s crate we received:
White jasmine. Smells like sunshine. Nothing new here.
- Sequim Bee Farm Blackberry Honey
This is a really cool company–just as a side note.
- Paper Sushi Tote Bag
“Always fully booked”
If you guys didn’t know, which I don’t know how you would, but if you didn’t, I’m in Destin, FL for the week and I’ve actually been using this cute bag as a beach tote. It fits everything I need it it and doesn’t have a whole lot of extra space for all that I don’t need, like sand, and my mother’s wine, which she always asks me to carry smh.
- Miscoots Socks
These things are ridiculously comfortable. They’ve already been through the wash three times–I’ve warn them that much.
- Lark Fine Foods Russian Tea Cakes
Not pictured because I ate them lol. They were good, just FYI.
- All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg
I am so proud of myself. So, another monthly book crate I’m a member of, Book of the Month Club, had this book as a selection last month, and I DIDN’T pick it. It’s a miracle, because you guys know how much I hate it when I get duplicate books in crates. It’s honestly the worst thing ever.
Who is Andrea Bern? When her therapist asks the question, Andrea knows the right things to say: she’s a designer, a friend, a daughter, a sister. But it’s what she leaves unsaid—she’s alone, a drinker, a former artist, a shrieker in bed, captain of the sinking ship that is her flesh—that feels the most true. Everyone around her seems to have an entirely different idea of what it means to be an adult: her best friend, Indigo, is getting married; her brother—who miraculously seems unscathed by their shared tumultuous childhood—and sister-in-law are having a hoped-for baby; and her friend Matthew continues to wholly devote himself to making dark paintings at the cost of being flat broke.
But when Andrea’s niece finally arrives, born with a heartbreaking ailment, the Bern family is forced to reexamine what really matters. Will this drive them together or tear them apart? Told in gut-wrenchingly honest, mordantly comic vignettes, All Grown Up is a breathtaking display of Jami Attenberg’s power as a storyteller, a whip-smart examination of one woman’s life, lived entirely on her own terms.