I read some books this summer.
  1. "Station Eleven" by Emily St John Mandel
    I highly recommend reading a book about a global pandemic that starts in Toronto while you're in Toronto. I mean, if germophobic social anxiety is your joint.
  2. "Redshirts" by John Scalzi
    A jokey meta premise taken to unexpected places. Has a loose first-drafty feel, in the good way and sort of the bad way too.
  3. "Seveneves" by Neal Stephenson
    The end of the world as it would probably be described by a manufacturer of spacecraft parts. This is one of those books that makes you feel super-smart while reading it and then super-dumb when you finish it and can't remember all the nifty stuff you thought you learned from it.
  4. "Jonathan Strange And Mr. Norrell" by Susanna Clarke
    An odd mixture of creepy and pedantic, hypertextured and emotionally opaque. It's like the book is as at war with itself as its title characters are. I figured out the big plot twist like 100 pages in, then read another 650 pages before discovering I was totally wrong and there is no big plot twist.
  5. "The Goldfinch" by Donna Tartt
    Okay, only half of it so far. But it's really long and I feel like reading half of it is like reading a whole normal-length book. There's still Labour Day weekend. I can do it!