I got the new Paula Hawkins novel, Into the Water, thanks to Book of the Month extras. Just like her debut, The Girl on the Train, I couldn’t put it down.
It’s a quick read and it looks longer than it is in hardback format. The type is large and the chapters are short. It moves back and forth between narrators with speed and skill. I’m normally not a fan of that but Ms. Hawkins does it really well. I do admit that it was a little confusing at first trying to place everyone into the narrative but I think that was part of the point. This book really makes you lose your bearings, very much like the characters.
I enjoyed the tight family drama and the suspense. It kept me reading and I’m sad it’s over. That’s what a good book should do. I definitely recommend Into the Water to lovers of grip-lit like myself but I also recommend it to anyone who likes a well-told story.
It’s been nearly a month since I left my job and it’s been both awesome and stressful. I keep going back and forth from “I’m so glad I left” to “Holy crap! Why’d I leave the comfort of a full-time job?”
After a recent church class I realized that my angst is tied up in identity. Who am I now? Who am I if I’m not Kim the tax accountant?
I’m Kim, Who Lives at Home. I’m Kim, the aspiring author. I’m Kim, who volunteers with kids. I’m Kim, who wants to work with kids. I have to remind myself of that everyday, sometimes several times a day.
I do have plans but I want to take it one week at a time. God has told me he wants me to spend more time in prayer and I’m making an effort. I realize that I have to be patient and wait for Him to tell me where to go next. The last thing I want is to screw this whole thing up. This time is a gift from God and I’m not going to squander it.
And now for something completely different. I’ve decided to start reviewing some of the books I read here at ol’ Kim Who Lives at Home. Hope you enjoy.
Let me start by saying I love Carrie Fisher. I’ve read her other two memoirs, Wishful Drinking and Shockaholic, so I was super excited when I heard she had written a third. I was also sad to learn of her untimely death and her mother’s shortly after. She was a fantastic writer and I’m sorry there won’t be any more.
The Princess Diarist did not disappoint. I love Fisher’s writing style. She’s so witty and self-deprecating. In this one in particular I thought she sounded, well, a lot like me.
In this memoir she goes back to the time of filming Star Wars in 1976. I wasn’t born then but that didn’t matter at all. She was a nineteen year old girl just starting her life and not sure what she wanted to do with it. Even though I’ve never starred in a movie-turned-phenomenon, nor had an affair with my reticent co-star, I found her wholly relatable. She has printed some of her personal diaries from the time and she sounds just as confused and scared as any of us at that age (or older).
I definitely recommend Ms. Fisher’s last literary outing. I recommend her other memoirs as well. I can’t speak to her fiction but I’d love to get around to it someday. She really was a renaissance woman, huh? So if you’re a Star Wars fan seeking more info about the filming or just love a good memoir, I suggest you pick it up.
... the musings of a twenty-something, divorced, Southern librarian with a wildly inappropriate sense of humor, an inability to gauge most conversational cues, a knack for denial, and an ALMOST unhealthy attachment to her best friend.