Last summer I went overboard on YA novels and series. In one summer I read The Hunger Games trilogy, the Legend trilogy, the Divergent trilogy, three John Green books, Sarah Dessen’s newest novel, and the first Maze Runner. Oh my word.
Now as much as I love YA, I have been quite burned out on it since then, and I was curious to see where my reading taste would turn. Enter nonfiction.
In the past few months I have read quite a few essay collections. Some of which were great, others not so much. If autobiographical nonfiction is your thing, as it has become for me, let me help you out a bit.
My Heart is an Idiot by Davy Rothbart // 7/10 // Rothbart’s vulnerability was great in these essays, and it was a funny and entertaining read.
Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates // 10/10 // Such a necessary perspective for our culture’s current climate. Raw, uncensored, and remarkable.
I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloan Crosley // 8/10 // I think I read this at the perfect time in my life. I resonated with the coming of age feel that Crosley’s essays conveyed, as well as the underwhelming catharsis of adulthood.
How To Ruin Everything by George Watsky // 3/10 // I hated this book. Because I am a bitter and cynical human being, I expected the essays to live up to the title, secretly hoping that this would be a glimpse into someone else’s life to see if it was worse than mine. Nope. While the essays were written well, and interesting enough, ultimately this was a bore.
You’ll Grow Out of It by Jessi Klein // 10/10 // I listened to audiobook version of this book and oh my word it was incredible. Not only did Klein read it herself, it was truly funny. It was perfect.