Danielle Mohlman

Often mistaking books for boyfriends. Always writing plays.

June 2014

#21: The Vacationers by Emma Straub

I really loved this book. It was everything I needed a June book to be — a smart, fun read filled with shifting perspectives of multiple generations. I devoured this book in a week and have been recommending it to all my vacationing friends this summer. Not that this novel needs to be accompanied by sand or read en route. What it does need is air and lots of it. It needs motion, it needs destination. The Vacationers is a travel companion in itself. And it didn’t matter that I was only taking the Metro from one side of DC to the other. It didn’t matter that I was reading it on the stoop outside my work, that my biggest adventures were my lunch breaks. The novel made me feel like I was going somewhere. Like I was on a much needed vacation.

My dad’s never been much of a reader, but he’s been listening to audiobooks on his commute to and from work for the last few years. I bought him the audiobook of The Vacationers for Father’s Day this year so that we could have a mini book club. Straub’s been a favorite author of mine for a few years and I wanted to share her writing with him. Buying him the book on audio was a risk — he’s definitely someone who’s swayed by gendered marketing — but he finished the book in record time and was eager to talk about it after he had finished listening.

My dad’s a hard sell. Which is to say: If you love books and warm weather, The Vacationers is what you should be reading right now.

PS You should totally be following emmastraub on Tumblr.

#22: Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Another amazing book. Adichie’s epic novel uses the first meet, separation, and homecoming of Nigerian-born Obinze and Ifemelu as a skeleton to tell the story of these two ex-pats — one living in America and the other in England. Ifemelu’s story is captivating — taking the reader from those first days of college and the (sometimes terrifying, always degrading) undocumented odd jobs she had to work in order to pay tuition and rent to the beginnings of her blog (“Raceteenth or Various Observations About American Blacks (Those Formerly Known as Negroes) by a Non-American Black”) to her eventual return to Nigeria to start a new life there.

I’ve seen and listened to a lot of criticism that point out that Americanah feels like a series of blog posts. I have to say that I really enjoyed the candid tone of the novel. And if candid relatable writing makes something feel like one long series of blog posts, I’ll take it. Adichie’s commentary on race was incredibly spot on and as honest as it was amusing, whether it was in the form of an Ifemelu blog post or through the third person lens of Obinze.

One of my favorite things about this book were the excerpts from Ifemelu’s blog throughout the novel that serve as a shift in tense — we’re jolted from third person to first person using simply a line break and a change in font size. The shifts in tense reminded me a lot of Junot Diaz’s writing style — free of the constraints of a singular tense, yet structured just enough to not lose the reader. I highly recommend this book.

#23: Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour

I’m a big Nina LaCour fan. Huge. But after I read this novel, I didn’t know how to feel about it. I kept switching between four and three stars, wanting desperately to put it somewhere in the middle. (Why must you make me choose, Goodreads?) If I had to put it on a scale, I’d give it a 7 out of 10.

And maybe I just had too high of expectations after reading The Disenchantments and Hold Still. I liked the book enough. I liked the fact that it was about an out to everyone lesbian teen. I liked that it was about an ambitious teenager working as a film production intern — that it was about a teenager with artistic aspirations and ambitions fully supported by her parents. But I couldn’t help but be distracted by the dialogue from the film Emi is working on. (The dialogue was forced — leaving a lot to be desired.) And I was especially distracted by the title of the film she’s working on throughout the novel (Yes & Yes). And as I turned to the last page of Everything Leads to You, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would have loved it — really loved it — if I wasn’t a playwright or if I skipped over the film dialogue. Or if I read it after I read The Flamethrowers instead of after I read Americanah. Because there was a lot I liked about this novel. But the weaker elements definitely watered down my reading experience.

#18: The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner

I enjoyed this book, but I enjoyed it in a way that made me rush through the Sandro chapters and trudge through the rest of it. I started reading it because everyone loved it. But I didn’t love it. I liked it okay, but I didn’t love it. And I really wanted to love it. The novel is told mostly from the lens of “Reno” — nicknamed by someone she has a one night stand with. That’s right, we never learn her real name. Reno’s perspective is an interesting, albeit passive, one. An aspiring artist who seems to just have things done to her rather than doing anything. And — as if young Reno doesn’t have enough rendering her meek in New York — she’s thrown into a country where everyone around her thinks she doesn’t speak the language only a few short months after getting involved in a situation that renders her literally immobile. The disappointing thing is that the novel doesn’t explore this — it barely even acknowledges it.

#19: The Museum of Intangible Things by Wendy Wunder

I wanted this book to be better than it was. Two girls run away from home. One of them owns a hot dog stand. The other one builds sprawling exhibits in her parents’ house in order to teach her young brother about the intangible. But one thing that is suspiciously left out of every marketing and jacket synopsis is that one of the girls suffers from mental illness — specifically from bipolar disorder. And that’s what it feels like: suspicious. Wunder’s portrayal of bipolar disorder comes off as flippant and poorly researched. It romanticized the mental illness, creating something for the reader to lust after. I can’t take ownership and go so far as to say it was “offensive,” but if Wunder described a panic attack in the same style and using similar vocabulary, I’d probably have much stronger words to share. Words with sharp edges. If you’re looking for great books that deal with mental health issues, check out anything by Matthew Quick, Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower, or Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. And if you have a book you love that focuses on a character with bipolar disorder (YA especially), please send those suggestions my way.

#20: If I Stay by Gayle Forman

After I saw the trailer for the film adaptation of this book, I knew I had to read it. I was a Gayle Forman fan already — I knew going in that she works wonders with her female young adult characters. This book dives into the metaphysical in a really awesome way, exploring what what happens in that delicate space between life and death. Hang on. Go watch that movie trailer again. This book is amazing. That’s all you need to know.

April 2014

#11: Don’t Get Too Comfortable by David Rakoff (audiobook)

I’m a podcast junkie, so I started toying around with audiobooks this month. My friend Tim suggested I give David Rakoff a try since he knew that (a) I love This American Life more than most things and (b) that I started loving This American Life too late to fully appreciate the scope of Rakoff’s talent. As Tim predicted, Don’t Get Too Comfortable was a welcome introduction to the audiobook world. Read by the late Rakoff, the collection is incredibly on-point, though a bit meandering. But you gotta love anyone who characterizes a certain daughter of a certain terrible former-President as a “Girls Gone Wild human ashtray.” 

#12: Wonder by R.J. Palacio 

I know that this novel was targeted to the juvenile reader, but I still loved it beyond comprehension. Wonder tells the story of August Pullman, a ten year old born with a facial deformity that has prevented him from attending a mainstream school. After being homeschooled through fourth grade, Auggie’s parents make the decision (with Auggie’s consultation, of course) to send him to Beecher Prep starting with fifth grade. Wonder — told through a rotating p.o.v. of Auggie and his classmates, among others — follows that first year of middle school as he navigates so much more than the halls of Beecher Prep. And mad props to Palacio for the subtle characterization of the teenager with Tourette’s. I would highly recommend this book. 

#13: Fraud by David Rakoff (audiobook)

Fraud was by far the stronger Rakoff collection I “read” this month. With one sentence, he summed up the feeling of growing into adulthood:

It’s definitely not the first time in my adulthood that I have realized this, but it never fails to cheer me to have it proven yet again that almost any age is better than twenty-two. 

That refrain has kept me going every time I go to work on too-little sleep, every time I have more than two beers on a Friday night. Every time I look at who I am now and who I was then. The pain, the exhaustion, is worth it. Because I’m not twenty-two. Thank you, David. 

#14: The Good Luck of Right Now by Matthew Quick

I think that I’ll always love and look forward to Matthew Quick’s writing. His characters are clear and layered and nuanced and heartbreaking. The Good Luck of Right Now is no exception. While it’s not my favorite of Quick’s writing (I’m looking at you Forgive Me Leonard Peacock), it still made me do that not-quite-crying-thing that books make me do when they’re particularly moving. And I saw the ending coming and still internally dissolved when the big reveal happened. Because it’s not about the story you’re telling, it’s about how you tell that story. Quick is all too familiar with this. 

#15: XO Orpheus edited by Kate Bernheimer

I labored through this anthology. There were stories that I absolutely loved (Emma & Peter Straub’s story was absolutely one of those), but fifty myths is a lot in one serving. And by the end of my reading experience, I found myself cursing the small font and thin pages for tricking me into reading something that was much much longer and denser and uneven than it first appeared. There are definitely stories in here that I’d revisit and reread and re-love, but they didn’t outweigh the more cumbersome retellings. 

#16: The Thousand Dollar Tan Line by Rob Thomas and Jennifer Graham (audiobook)

I’ll admit, I was a late adaptor to Veronica Mars. I started watching just over a year ago and finished watching the final season weeks before the movie was released. But don’t get me wrong — I fell hard for Veronica. She is every bit as badass as I wanted to be in high school, every bit as confident as I wish I was in college. 

At Anna’s urging, I went the audiobook route with The Thousand Dollar Tan Line. I mean, who doesn’t want Kristen Bell narrating the companion piece to the long-awaited movie? It’s like a nine hour episode — pure auditory joy. I loved every minute of it. But I do wonder how my “reading” experience would differ if I went the traditional route. Because, like I said, it did read like television. 

#17: Hold Still by Nina Lacour

Nina Lacour is a phenomenal writer. I fell in love with The Disenchantments and coerced my book club into selecting Everything Leads to You as our next selection, just so I’d have more people to share my Lacour love with. Hold Still is as joyful as it is heartbreaking, as carefully nuanced as it is rambunctiously carefree. The novel creates tangible examples of both loss and against-all-odds friendship — not by putting them in a coexisting pair, but by creating a venn diagramed lens for the reader to view humanity through. 

March 2014

#6: Attachments by Rainbow Rowell

While this wasn’t my favorite Rainbow Rowell novel (Eleanor & Park for President!), Attachments was the highlight of my month. It made me think in all the best ways — about how easy it is for someone to read someone else’s emails, about how email has obliterated letter writing, how the internet has the potential to remove superficiality from the equation. Rowell has a gift for masking big themes and nuanced moments in an accessible way — a way that could be easily dismissed as mainstream and shoved in with the other trade paperbacks. But she has an amazing gift. And if you want to read the first time that gift was given to the reader, pick up a copy of Attachments. 

#7: Just One Year by Gayle Forman

While I loved Just One Day, the novel’s sequel was kind of just there. And maybe as a reader I associate more with the perspective of building a new identity the moment after the happy ending is over rather than the perspective of chasing half-clues and turning a mistaken separation into a treasure hunt for a human being. I did, however, love the protagonists run-in with a member of the (thinly fictionalized) Fiasco Theatre. If you have a protagonist that’s a Shakespearean actor, the members of Fiasco definitely have something to teach. 

#8: One More Thing: Stories and Other Stories by B.J. Novak

I think I went into this short story collection with too high of expectations. I’m a fan of Novak’s writing on The Office, but I didn’t find this collection very entertaining as a whole. Sure, there are some gems near the beginning of the book, but once Novak finds a short story formula that works, he tends to repeat it over and over again, substituting an ordinary person for Johnny Depp or a war lord. Novak is clearly very talented, but his strengths tend to lie in dialogue rather than narrative. And that’s what throws this collection off balance.

#9: Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh

Hyperbole and a Half made me laugh out loud in quiet rooms. It made me race home to read a chapter, expose my fingers in the still snowy March afternoons so that I could turn the page while I waited for the bus. I wasn’t familiar with Brosh’s writing before reading this. For some reason, I thought that she was solely a cartoonist. I was happily proven wrong. I fell in love with her dogs — and I am not someone who enjoys animals of any ilk. And The God of Cake? Well, imagine what that deity would look like. 

#10: The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer

The Interestings wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. For it’s heft, I expected it to go deeper. There were a lot of unanswered questions — and not just unanswered, but ignored. Some of the more layered moments of the book are dropped and never revisited. They’re left sitting there gathering dust while the other less (dare I say it) interesting moments and characters are focused on ad nauseum. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I hated the book, but it’s not something that I would recommend or revisit. 

February 2014

#3: The Madness Underneathby Maureen Johnson

Catie told me that the second book in the Shades of London series didn’t live up to the first, but I had to give it a shot myself. She was right, for the record. While I enjoy Johnson’s writing, I’m always kind of hit-or-miss on her novels. The stakes of The Madness Underneath just weren’t as exciting as The Name of the Star. Not a lot felt earned, the timeline felt all over the place. I’ll need to read some pretty stellar reviews when the third in the series comes out, otherwise I may be done following this storyline.

#4: Wallflower at the Orgy by Nora Ephron

This was my first Ephron and I think that I may need to try one more before I make any decisions about how I feel about her as a writer. Wallflower at the Orgy was a great change of pace for me and it was a well-chosen travel book. I read the first half waiting for and then on my train from Washington, DC to BWI and another chunk while eating a soft pretzel and waiting for my plane to board. I chipped away at the rest of it between outings with my family and showing Jeremy where I grew up. I read the last story — a fantastic profile on the filming of Catch 22 — while in line for Space Mountain at Disneyland with my two younger brothers talking about butts and my boyfriend making fun of the audio/video announcement about the speed and turbulance of the ride. But I remember more about where I read this book than the book itself. There were very few essays that stuck with me — though the one about Ephron’s Cosmo makeover with the ending she wanted to print in the magazine is well worth the read. Laura, do you have a second chance Ephron I should read? (Not I’m Sorry About My Neck.)

#5: Night Film by Marisha Pessl

I didn’t like this book. I didn’t like this book, but I knew that others did. I didn’t like this book and I thought maybe I was being too snobbish, turning my nose up at the unnecessary “This reminded me of the time that”s that littered every chapter. I didn’t like this book, but I thought that somewhere in the tome’s 624 pages I would find writing as good as that haunting preface that almost made me scream when I ran into my boyfriend in hallway because we were half asleep and we were visiting my parents in California and we were in unfamiliar twin beds and somewhere in the world of fiction, a writer had me believe that someone was murdered. And I wonder if I would feel any differently about this book if it was written from a female perspective. Because I had to check three times to make sure that Pessl was indeed a woman. Because her protagonist hated our sex so fervently that I thought, “Surely, the lady doth protest too much.”

February 2014 marks the beginning of my wonderful relationship with both Franklin (my Kindle, who I am still trying to figure out how to photograph) and the DC Public Library’s e-book borrowing system. I’m hooked.

January 2014

#1: Winger by Andrew Smith

I picked up this book because it was featured on Flavorwire’s “15 Best Book Covers of 2013.” Meaning that I literally judged this book by its cover. And I’m so glad that I did. Winger is a young adult book about Ryan Dean West, a 14-year-old junior at a boarding school in Oregon. I’m a sucker for stories about overachieving teenagers, especially students who are too young for their grade. I was one — not to the extent of our Ryan Dean here, but I know what it’s like to feel too young for your peers and really good at school to boot. 

Humble brag: I was the youngest in my class, not because of any grade-skipping academic excellence, but because my birthday was on a weird school district cutoff. I was four when I entered kindergarten. I was also really great at school and graduated thirteenth in my high school class. What I’m trying to say is, I felt a kinship with Ryan Dean. 

Ryan Dean, on top of being young and scrawny and forced onto the rugby team (this is a theme with some of the books I’ve been reading lately: mandatory sports in high schools), also has a huge crush on his best friend. I’ve been there. Multiple times. Andrew Smith, did you steal my high school journals and turn them into a novel? As for how the novel plays out, you’ll have to read Winger for yourself. It definitely surprised me — the last one hundred pages are absolutely gripping. 

#2: Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein

I’m really glad that I stuck with this book all the way to the end because, Jaysus, was it difficult for me to get through. But AnnaCatie, and Bailey all loved it — all reading friends whose tastes I respect — so I pushed myself through.

Code Name Verity tells the story of two young women fighting for the British war effort in World War II: Julie (Verity), a spy and radio decoder with the Special Operations Executive, and Maddie (Kittyhawk), a pilot for the Air Transport Auxilary. While part one of the book seems from casual survey to be the most lauded section, I found myself drawn in by part two, Kittyhawk’s perspective.

Maybe it was the revelatory nature of everything I’d read up until that point, maybe I can blame the beautiful Peter Pan similes. Whatever the cause, while it took me weeks to read the first half of the book, I flew right through the second half in a three days. I’d recommend this book if you’re a fan of historical fiction or if you’re fascinated with World War II. 

The Best Books I Read in 2013:

Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell (my review here)

The Middlesteins by Jami Attenberg (my review here)

Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple (my review here)

Real Man Adventures by T Cooper (my review here)

Tenth of December by George Sanders (my review here)

The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. by Adelle Waldman (my review here)

The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour (my review here)

Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan (my review here)

Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock by Matthew Quick (my review here)

In Praise of Messy Lives by Katie Roiphe (my review here)

What I Read in 2013: Books #30 to #36

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#30: The Imposter’s Daughter by Laurie Sandell

I loved reading Sandell’s wonderfully honest memoir. I’m not normally the graphic novel type, but when I saw Sandell on Stacked Up, I knew I had to check it out. There’s something so fascinating about the vulnerability Sandell illustrates here. No topic is too delicate: she starts by examining the lies her father told her, but focuses on her personal relationships, her often unhealthy work/life balance, and her battle with addiction. The book was too large to carry with me, but it made for an insightful bedtime story. (Side note: if anyone has any graphic novel recommendations — memoirs in particular — throw them my way.)

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#31: The Color Master by Aimee Bender

The first few stories of this collection are amazing. “On a Sunday Afternoon” is haunting in its simplicity. And “The Doctor and the Rabbi” is beautiful. I mean, look:

Not that he believed in such things, but he wondered if giving her atheist blood might in fact turn her into an atheist, and he felt guilty at the thought but also pleased — like she could come over to his house and they could browse his bookshelves, shoulder to shoulder, and read Sarte together, or a dash of Camus, and then stand on chairs in old-fashioned hats and drop apples from great heights to the floor.

But when all is said and done, there were more misses than hits in this collection. If you’re looking for a great immersion into Bender’s world, read The Girl in the Flammable SkirtIt’s fantastic. 

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#32: Last Call in the City of Bridges by Salvatore Pane

This is the first time I’ve reviewed a book by someone I know. Guys, Sal wrote a book! And sure, he wrote a book before I met him, but it’s still a very exciting experience. Sal’s writing is fantastically authentic — his protagonist is someone I could see myself having a beer with, and possibly slapping in the process after listening to some misogynist comment he uttered. I’m excited to see what Sal writes next. 

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#33: Drama High by Michael Sokolove

I have a theory that no matter how much high school sucked for us creatives, we each had at least one teacher that inspired us to keep doing what we’re doing. For me, it was Ms. Yu. She introduced me to the concept of feminism before I knew what to label it. She showed me that great literature could be subversive.

For many high schoolers, that teacher was Lou Volpe. Sure, Sokolove does make some dramaturgical missteps — Frank Wedekind’s Spring’s Awakening isn’t the obscure text Sokolove makes it out to be. (Most theatre majors still study the text.) But Sokolove’s account of Volpe’s final year of teaching at Harry S. Truman High School in Levittown, Pennsylvania, and the years leading up to it is insightful and inspiring. A must-read for everyone who hated those teenage years. 

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#34: Man Repeller by Leandra Medine

A different take on materialism and memoir, Medine’s Man Repeller dedicates each chapter to a piece of clothing she owned, chronicling the item’s sentimental and monetary worth. I’m a woman of few possessions — I give away and abandon items every time I move to a new city, so I often wonder what happened to the clothing I see myself wearing in old photographs. Medine has no such memory lapse. She can tell you exactly where she was when she bought each piece and what momentous occasion she celebrated with each piece. Despite the book’s focus on material goods, I was surprised by how humble and grounded Medine’s voice was. 

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#35: The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. by Adelle Waldman

Drop everything. This is the book you need to read. Nate’s voice was so real, I had to keep flipping back to the author photo to remind myself that it was written by a woman. Ordinarily, I’d stab myself in the leg for making a gendered statement like that, but I challenge you to read one chapter of Nathaniel P. and see what I mean. Waldman writes beautifully flawed characters and Nate is the most flawed of all. But I couldn’t help but be charmed by him. 

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#36: The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour 

It was such a treat to read two fantastic books back to back. The Disenchantments was one of those can’t-put-it-down books. It was such a joy to watch these teenagers fall in love with music, form their post-high school identities, and take incredibly beautiful risks. This novel is an incredibly earnest account of what happens when we leave home for the first time. Do yourself a favor and read this one. 

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#26: Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan. 

Levithan, you’ve done it again. I was skeptical about how the action of a  record-breaking kiss would drive this novel. I mean, two of the protagonists are lip-locked the entire novel — upwards of 32 hours — and we don’t have an ear on their inner monologue. But incorporating a chorus of gay men lost to AIDS as narrator and panning between three or four teenaged protagonists dealing with varying levels of prejudice, Levithan tells a compelling and truly beautiful story about falling in and out of love.  

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#27: Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock by Matthew Quick.

I met Matthew Quick at the Library of Congress National Book Festival half-way through reading this book. His signing line was surprisingly short, so Quick was really taking the time to talk to everyone who put a book in front of him. I told him I was a writer myself and that I really related to something that he’d said in his talk earlier that afternoon — he’d mentioned that he’s a voice-oriented writer. He follows where those characters in his head tell him to go. 

The trust that Quick puts in his characters really pays off here. Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock is really fantastic. The entire book takes place over the course of a day and every little bit of this troubled teenager’s thought process is incorporated into the storytelling. I feel like anything I could say about the novel would be giving something away, so all I can say is this: trust me. You need to read this book.

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#28: In Praise of Messy Lives by Katie Roiphe.

This book came to me as a recommendation from my friend Gus. He’d read it on a flight from San Francisco to DC (we’re both transplants from California) and said that Roiphe reminded him of me. Like I did, Gus latched onto Roiphe’s commentary on how society views unconventional parenting and the pity so often associated with families of circumstances and women who choose to raise their children without a father.

Others may point out her essay on Mad Men, or one where she talks about how authors write about sex, but the essay that had the most resonance for me was one where she reflects on a joke her then-husband made about what she wrote under “occupation” on her travel visa. “Housewife.” It’s a really great read. 

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#29: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell.

Rowell may be my new favorite YA author. Eleanor and Park is one of the best books I’ve read all year — her writing is observant and her characters’ voices always feel just right. While Fangirl is a much lighter novel, I actually really enjoyed it. Not life-changing, but nuanced. And it’s a pretty quick read. I’d recommend it if you’re looking for something pseudo-light to read.

After looking at my long backlog of book reviews (I mean, I read Suite Scarlett in July for goodness sake), I found that I’m not going to make it to 52 books this year. Of course I’ll keep reading and of course I’ll continue to offer my two cents on the books I’ve read, but this time around I don’t want to rush myself to get to my year-end goal. I want to enjoy every moment of it, not feel like I’m on a deadline. So without further ado…

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#21: Suite Scarlett by Maureen Johnson.

While this wasn’t life-changing YA literature, Suite Scarlett was more engaging and interesting than its gendered cover would leave you to believe. Of course, it required me to suspend my disbelief — who puts their child in charge of a hotel room? But the theatre practitioner in me was excited to see a non-Broadway show at the center of this New York-based book. Antics ensue when a parking garage-set production of Hamlet is shut down, so that’s reason enough to enjoy this light read. 

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#22: Wide Awake by David Levithan.

While I still think that Every Day is Levithan’s best book, this was an enjoyable and thought-provoking read. It takes place in a not-so-distant election year and centers around the lives of high schoolers gearing up to vote in their first presidential election. For the first openly gay presidential candidate. 

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#23: F*ck! I’m in my Twenties by Emma Koenig.

Featuring some of the best posts from Koenig’s Tumblr (and more), this book perfectly what it’s like to be a post-grad living in a new city. Koenig has a keen eye for documenting those moments when everything is new and everyone is over-sharing.

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#24: The Last Girlfriend on Earth by Simon Rich. 

After months straight of reading nothing but play submissions, I picked up Simon Rich’s new collection The Last Girlfriend on Earth and was re-introduced to the witty clip of Rich’s style. I read “Unprotected” about a year ago when it came out in The New Yorker and I’m very glad that I read it again. (The story starts off this hilarious collection.) Simply put, he’s fecking hilarious.

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#25: In the Heart of the Sea by Nathaniel Philbrick.

I’m gathering research for a play about the shipwreck that inspired Moby-Dick, so Philbrick’s non-fiction piece (loaned to me by my collaborator on the piece) was my immersion into the subject. In the Heart of the Sea combines the camaraderie of whaling with the tragedy of losing a crew, capturing the sea’s tumultuous nature.