Yes, I bought eight new books in April.
No, my pile of shame isn’t getting any smaller.
(I only read six.)
A good mix of brand new and pretty new fiction here. And a good mix of anglo and international.
There’s the latest Pulitzer winner in Viet Thanh Nguyen’s The Symphathizer; a terrorism thriller in The Association of Small Bombs; and one of the only novels by an African author I’ve ever tried in A. Igoni Barret’s Blackass. Rich people’s problems in The Nest and The Expatriates; and an Aussie book with one of the prettiest damn covers I’ve ever seen in Where the Trees Were.