Everything I Read in September

Four books, all by women.

Family Group Reading, 1898 by Mary Cassatt. Oil on canvas. Philadelphia Museum of Art.

While I very much enjoy writing the weekly post — The Week That Was — and will often note the current books I am devouring, I think the books deserve slightly more space and their own moment to shine. Enter a monthly post dedicated to the books I read the previous month.

This is a round-up of every book I read—the good, the bad, the fun, the academic—with more thoughts than I can fit into the Sunday post and extra bookish bits.

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September Books

In September, I (only) read four books: two novels (one translated) and two memoirs - all written by women. I am not sure why I read half the amount that I normally read, but I do know that I spent the first two weeks of the month savouring every sentence of Elif Shafak’s latest book. She is one of my favourite living authors and her words are ones that I want to be fully present with. Luckily, she has written 21 books, and I have only read two, so I have plenty more to delight in.

All four of the September books were shout-to-the-sky wonderful and well worth my (and your) time.