Although a few days late… Better late than never?! I thought it was about time to fess up to a month of very little reading. I have an excuse at the ready though. April started off with an absolutely brilliant read. (More on that in a paragraph’s time.) After just a few days into April, this read was finished and I was onto possibly my favourite book of all time. (More on that in a few more paragraphs’ time.) By the time this was finished, April had barely begun but it’s hard to move on from two of the best books you’ve ever read.
Yes, my excuse for reading only two books last month was because April started off with two absolute corkers. Let me tell you about them now.
10. Everything I Know About Love by Dolly Alderton
I had been wanting to read Everything I Know About Love for a long time. In hindsight I wish I picked it up for my summer holiday last year because it would have been the best poolside companion. Everything I Know About Love is Alderton’s account of her life so far; the friends, the boyfriends, the alcohol and everything in between. Probably a slightly naïve comparison but it felt like Georgia Nicholson grew up and updated us on her life. And I LOVED it.
Alderton is brutally honest and the type of hilarious I think few people can achieve in a memoir-style book. You laugh with her, cry with her and make comparisons to your own life on the regular. There was a particularly harrowing part of her story where she addressed how mortifying it was to always be the person who was hearing alcohol-fuelled stories she couldn’t remember actually being apart of the morning after. Having a few of these stories that involve me but don’t involve me myself, I felt shame alongside her. And that was pretty sobering.
The most poignant message I got from this book, though, was the importance of friendships; it particularly made me feel very grateful for my female friends. Alderton makes you want to fistpump the air and have a big group hug with all of your girlfriends. Everything I Know About Love is a fantastic addition to my bookshelf.
11. The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris
And when I thought April couldn’t get any better, along came The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris. A book that is definitely competing for my favourite book of all time. The Tattooist of Auschwitz is a work of fiction based on reality and real people.
Lale Sokolov was soon given the job of tattooing the prisoners much like when he arrived at Auschwitz-Birkenau. One day, when he was carrying out his horrific job, he saw the girl he would immediately fall in love with. And what a bittersweet feeling it was to fall in love in literal hell on earth.
The Tattooist of Auschwitz is Lale’s story in Auschwitz. And much like everyone who was imprisoned throughout the war, it’s an important story. A heart-breaking story; a courageous tale; a spark of hope in a really hopeless time. I urge you to pick this book up if you haven’t already. This one is one I won’t ever be forgetting.
Because of these two absolutely wonderful reads, I’ve been really struggling to get through book 12. With only 70 or so pages to go, though, I’m going to have a crack it this evening as I indulge in a very relaxing evening in preparation for my half marathon tomorrow… eek!
P.S. A March Book Club