(Psst, this book review is my Massachusetts pick for my Make America Read Again challenge. to read the full list of books this year, click here.)
For those of you who don’t know, my husband is a legit super genius patent lawyer extraordinaire. Not that I am biased or anything.
He and I have gone to school together since we were in middle school, and he has always aced every test, paper, quiz, and presentation. He was one of two people in our graduating college class to have a perfect 4.0, and the only one in his major (Chemistry) to accomplish this GPA, considered one of the most difficult programs in the country. He broke the record for the highest Organic Chemistry test scores from our school and won the adoration of our professor (who would write notes on his test like, “You have an incredible future in Chemistry”, smiley face included), and he had only taken that class FOR FUN with me, while I was forced to take it for my pre-med curriculum.
PS: I impressed exactly no one with my Orgo grade, but I got really good at doodling the chemical structure for TNT over and over.
So when he got accepted into Harvard for the Organic Chemistry PhD programs, no one was surprised. What we were surprised to discover, however, was the incredibly toxic and manipulative environment of the department. That’s why this book, Chemistry, by Weike Wang, resonated so deeply with me.
So remember how last week’s book review was light and frothy? Well. This week’s book for Michigan is the exact opposite. Instead, it’s a story of an intense high school friendship, the lure of addiction, and the spiraling effect of small events in life. This book swept me back to my own high school years, the (mostly) pre-Facebook and smart phone and economic collapse era, the years of locker room rumors and AP testing and field parties that, despite your best intentions, shape a part of your adulthood in ways you don’t always realize until much later.
Y’all, this upcoming holiday weekend marks the official start to BEACH SEASON!!! Summer is seriously my favorite time of year, and now that I’m finally living in the South again I am fully basking in the sweltering hot afternoons and blazing sun (with my liberal application of sunscreen, of course). Atlanta has been experiencing summer weather for over a month now, and I’ve got no complaints with keeping my car windows and sunroof open. Though my fellow commuters might, as they’ve had to hear my off-key rendition of the Hamilton songs as we all sit in gridlocked traffic.
Though perhaps not everyone is hitting the sand this upcoming long weekend, we can all benefit from some R and R – and by that I mean Reading and more Reading.
This weekend was pure magic, y’all. We finally got a little chill in the air down here in Georgia, so I can actually say it fees like fall! I got to spend my Friday with old friends, my Saturday with family in a scenic college town, and my Sunday doing nothing but READING. I truly couldn’t ask for more.
I have a love-hate relationship with adaptations. Some turn into raving successes – i.e. Alicia Silverstone bringing Emma back to life in her movie “Clueluess.” Or Bridget Jones’ Diary for Pride and Prejudice re-vamped. Others are head-shaking failures or downright gross…did we really need a re-make of Twilight, especially one with erotica in it? (I’m looking at you, 50 Shades of Grey). So when publishers announced a series of Shakespeare literary adaptaions, I was wary but intrigued, especially when I heard the likes of Jeanette Winterson and Anne Tyler were on board. Then NetGalley passed Vinegar Girl my way and I was able to take a peek. Thank you to them for the e-galley in exchange for an honest review!