
I started out the summer with Dave Eggers' What is the What and it was absolutely amazing. Phenomenal. This is one of the best books I've ever read, hands down. Okay, I could go on but I won't.
While WITW is absolutely heartbreaking at times and painful to read at others, it's only this engaging because of the great job Eggers did at relaying Deng's story and streamlining it in an epic masterpiece kind of way. I went into the book not knowing much about the history of war and genocide in Sudan but the book didn't shy me away. Throughout the book Eggers channels Deng's storytelling and gives good background on where Sudan stands with of the rest of Africa. He does this only periodically and with a voice that is neither preachy nor textbooky. This book would be great for a book club or college course with its only downfall being that it's quite long. It's one of those books that becomes a part of you and you can't stop reading it or thinking about it while you're not reading. While it may not be a beach read, it may be a great winter break read to just curl up and read under the covers and cry a little.

After WITW I knew nothing I read would be good, but I tried anyway. I picked up Deb Olin Unferth's Vacation and it nearly met my low expectations. Ryan got me this book a while back from one of the big McSweeney's sales. Basically, man breaks up with his wife because she's following some man and he follows the man to Nicaragua but he actually has a brain tumor and thinks he's in Nicaragua but isn't and dies and the husband is stuck there because his wife canceled his credit cards. Then there's this side story with a girl and her celebrity mother who dies and her father who steals and "untrains" dolphins. I know, right? The story just seemed forced, jumbled, random and poorly written on top of everything else. While it remained interesting because of its sheer craziness (much like a Coupland novel), I just couldn't believe it. I love reading absolutely ridiculous stories so long as they're believable. Hell, even Harry Potter was alright because it was cute and you could relate to the characters and their situations. You become engaged. This was just bad and never once engaging. The characters were super flat and half the time their names weren't even given.

So on with the now. I'm finishing up Little Things by Jeffrey Brown that I've read here and there for a few months. It's a "little" book of cute comics about Andrew Bird, breaking up, camping trips, etc. This would be my suggested beach read as it's easy to walk away from and read quickly. It just makes me smile.

On top of that, I've borrowed Ryan's copy of Cormac McCarthy's The Road and am plowing my way through it. If I were reading it in the wintertime I might kill myself, but the descriptions of the landscapes of nothingness, ash and destruction seem beautiful amidst the warm sun and growing tomatoes around me. It's a lovely relief after Vacation because of the way the story flows slowly and the words are put together extraordinarily. Sometimes a sentence is so ridiculous I have to read it 10 times and I'm just stunned.
I'm not sure what's next on my list, but grad school starts in a little over a month so I'm looking to read a couple more amazing books this summer. I struggle every week just to read some of the New Yorker because of laziness. Let me know if you have any suggestions and I'll keep them in mind. I've got the graphic novel Black Hole by Charles Burns sitting on my desk as well as two more McSweeney's books lined up. But I've also been wanting to read a Salman Rushdie novel after watching a super long documentary about him in my Modern Brit Lit course. Lemme know, & until next time...