Before we talk about this month’s books, I have to mention something. Because it annoys. For weeks I’ve written posts ahead of time and scheduled them to go up early in the morning. Then WordPress decided that shall not be tolerated, and the posts don’t publish. I have to publish them manually. Seeing as I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, thinking I can manage my own web site, posts will now go up whenever I finish typing them. Scheduling can bite me. (When this blog was on Blogger, everything just sort of bopped along on its own. Now it’s like DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT DOES.)
I want to start off with the book I liked the least.
The Haunted Mesa by Louis L’Amour. Here’s the thing – I love Louis L’Amour. Conagher is one of my favorite books. But I did not realize that The Haunted Mesa is a mystery, and who doesn’t care for mysteries? THIS GAL.
The main character, Mike, gets a letter from a friend, asking for help. It turns out that this friend has opened some sort of mystical doorway to…The Other Side….and is now stuck there.
I just could not get into this one. If you are dumb enough to open a portal, my friend, then your ass can stay there. But if you like science fiction-y mysteries, you might love this book.
Next is Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt. I’ve heard about this book for years and finally picked up a copy, and holy moly did I like this book.
This is Frank McCourt’s memoir, and it details his life from Brooklyn during the Depression to poverty in Limerick. And it’s sad. It’s awful. His parents were very good Catholics that kept having babies they couldn’t afford and his dad couldn’t hold down a job for more than a few weeks. (Seriously, I don’t know how his mother, Angela, dealt with it. If my husband spent his paycheck at a bar, I would kill him. I’m not being facetious, I literally mean that I would kill him dead.)
It’s a life filled with terrible things, but it’s written with such humor that it doesn’t feel that bad. If you like memoirs, you’ll love this one.
The last book is one that I have read before, a few years ago. I’ve been going through my Kindle and deleting stuff I never read, and this books came up. I read it again and…oy. So good.
These is My Words by Nancy E. Turner. This book is inspired by Nancy Turner’s family, so I don’t know how much is true or how much is fiction. Either way, I don’t care. This is written in a diary format, and follows the life of Sarah Prine. It starts out on a wagon train from Arizona to Texas when Sarah is 17 or 18. *BAD THINGS HAPPEN,* but Sarah is not a woe-to-me type. She is tough.
They turn around and go home. *MORE BAD THINGS HAPPEN* but Sarah meets Captain Jack Elliot, and she finds him terribly annoying.
Fast forward, and Sarah is married, with a baby, and her own ranch. If you do not throw your book and yell THAT SON OF A BITCH when you read about Jimmy Reed, then we can’t be friends anymore.
The rest of the book revolves around Sarah and Jack, who has come back into her life. There are babies, deaths, violence, Tucson as a frontier town, and the love story between Sarah and Jack.
I might have cried at the ending. Not a few feminine tears, either, but a good ol’ ugly cry.
So read the book, already.
See you later!