So on top of being a huge bibliophile (check the name), I am a huge wine drinker. Wine isn’t for everyone. For a long time I considered myself solely a beer drinker, mostly because I spent most of my adolescence drinking Coors Light with my Harley-Davidson riding softball coaches and the majority of my college life drinking Coors Light in the desert with baseball players. Needless to say, I hate Coors Light now. No offense to the Silver Bullet, but I’ve out grown you. Thanks to a couple of great friends, when I finally turned twenty-one and was old enough to indulge freely with whatever beer of my choosing they took it upon themselves to steer me in the right direction. Once on my righteous path of alcohol consumption I finally came across wine. OH BOY, did my life change for the better.
While I can be found reading pretty much anywhere and at anytime these days, if I’m in a place where I can let my hair down and the risk of needing to use heavy machinery is at a minimum, I can be found with a book in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Or, like I am now, a glass of wine in one hand and veal parmesan in the other. I’m a multi-tasker.
That unnecessarily long introduction leads me to the first ever, Winery Library. The Library is Open! Basically, this is semi drunken explanation of what is currently being stuffed into my purse for my reading pleasure.
Ruby by cynthia bond
Ephram Jennings has never forgotten the beautiful girl with the long braids running through the piney woods of Liberty, their small East Texas town. Young Ruby, “the kind of pretty it hurt to look at,” has suffered beyond imagining, so as soon as she can, she flees suffocating Liberty for the bright pull of 1950s New York. Ruby quickly winds her way into the ripe center of the city–the darkened piano bars and hidden alleyways of the Village–all the while hoping for a glimpse of the red hair and green eyes of her mother. When a telegram from her cousin forces her to return home, thirty-year-old Ruby Bell finds herself reliving the devastating violence of her girlhood. With the terrifying realization that she might not be strong enough to fight her way back out again, Ruby struggles to survive her memories of the town’s dark past. Meanwhile, Ephram must choose between loyalty to the sister who raised him and the chance for a life with the woman he has loved since he was a boy.
Full of life, exquisitely written, and suffused with the pastoral beauty of the rural South, Ruby is a transcendent novel of passion and courage. This wondrous page-turner rushes through the red dust and gossip of Main Street, to the pit fire where men swill bootleg outside Bloom’s Juke, to Celia Jennings’s kitchen where a cake is being made, yolk by yolk, that Ephram will use to try to begin again with Ruby. Utterly transfixing, with unforgettable characters, riveting suspense, and breathtaking, luminous prose, Ruby offers an unflinching portrait of man’s dark acts and the promise of the redemptive power of love. —Goodreads
I received this book courtesy of The Nervous Breakdown’s Book Club, a book club I’m about six months behind on. So far, I’m fairly enjoying this book. The dialogue is a bit difficult to get through thanks to the amount of slang and omitted letters. Though, I’ve learned it is much easier to read it with a faux Texan accent. The story, also, has taken a surprising turn. This is definitely not your typical Southern comfort novel.
bad feminist: essays by roxane gay
A collection of essays spanning politics, criticism, and feminism from one of the most-watched young cultural observers of her generation, Roxane Gay.
“Pink is my favorite color. I used to say my favorite color was black to be cool, but it is pink—all shades of pink. If I have an accessory, it is probably pink. I read Vogue, and I’m not doing it ironically, though it might seem that way. I once live-tweeted the September issue.”
In these funny and insightful essays, Roxane Gay takes us through the journey of her evolution as a woman (Sweet Valley High) of color (The Help) while also taking readers on a ride through culture of the last few years (Girls, Django in Chains) and commenting on the state of feminism today (abortion, Chris Brown). The portrait that emerges is not only one of an incredibly insightful woman continually growing to understand herself and our society, but also one of our culture.
Bad Feminist is a sharp, funny, and spot-on look at the ways in which the culture we consume becomes who we are, and an inspiring call-to-arms of all the ways we still need to do better. —Goodreads
Bad Feminist is my current audiobook of the month. It’s been fairly interesting seeing the array of reactions I receive from coworkers when they walk into my office only to hear the voice of a sassy narrator talking about Sweet Valley High and competitive Scrabble. I’ve already been accused of being a Feminazi and repeatedly asked if I’m listening to Feminist propaganda. Gay’s voice is very refreshing and honest. It’s nice to know that I shouldn’t feel bad for being a bad feminist myself.
Johnny the homicidal maniac: director’s cut by jhonen vasquez
Mayhem and violence rule in this collection of issues one through seven of Jhonen Vasquez’s Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, as well as material seen before only in Carpe Noctem magazine. Dark and disturbingly funny, JTHM follows the adventures of Johnny (you can call him Nny), who lives with a pair of styrofoam doughboys that encourage his madness, a wall that constantly needs a fresh coat of blood, and–oh, yeah–his victims in various states of torture. Join Nny as he frightens the little boy next door (Todd, known to fans of Vasquez’s work as Squee), thirsts for Cherry Brain Freezies, attempts suicide, draws Happy Noodle Boy, and tries to uncover the meaning of his homicidal existence. —Goodreads
I’m a very big fan of comics and have recently purchased a few volumes of different comics in an effort to read more again. It’s been a very long time since I’ve read Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and when I overheard a friend saying that he had this collection I practically leapt at the opportunity to borrow it from him. While homicide is definitely never a humorous subject, Nny’s insanity and creative torture tactics definitely are.
heartless (pretty little liars #7) by sara shepard
First Emily, Aria, Hanna, and Spencer claimed they found a dead body in the woods behind Spencer’s house, only to have it vanish without a trace. Then, when the same woods went up in flames, they swore they saw someone who’s supposed to be dead rise from the ashes. And even after all that, the pretty little liars are still playing with fire. Call me heartless, but it’s about time someone shut these liars up for good. After all, nobody likes a girl who cries wolf—least of all me. —Goodreads
I won’t lie, I love a good fluff read. Especially fluff reads that have teen drama television shows based on them. There are a ton of major differences between the book series and the TV series, which makes things all the more exciting and interesting for me to read. The only thing I find unsettling is while I picture Spencer, Aria, Hanna and Emily as the actresses that portray them, the only character that even remotely resembles their real life counterpart is Aria. I find it very difficult to picture Spencer as a blonde and Hanna as a brunette.
Tonight’s Winery Library was brought to you by LaMarca prosecco, a extra dry white wine that, honestly, I hated. I’m not a huge fan of white wine, I’ll take a red anytime. White wine always seems sour to me, like it’s spoiled. If anyone has any white wine recommendations for me to try, I’m game. My best friend, however, brought this over as it was taking up room in her parent’s fridge for a quick pregame before heading out for a night of karaoke. And we never waste alcohol in this friendship.