I needed something to pick up my mood, so I picked up a book (of course). The dog thinks it‘s the right choice.

Are dogs as good a judge of literature as they are of character? If they are, this is bound to be an enjoyable read.

“But I don‘t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can‘t help that," said the Cat: "we‘re all mad here. I‘m mad. You‘re mad."
"How do you know I‘m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn‘t have come here.”

Picked this one up today after getting the most important sticker in the world: the provincial borrowing sticker on my library card! 77 pages in and it promises to be good. Hopefully it can live up to that, or novel 3 of this year will be a waste.

Well-written, sometimes heart-rending, hard to put down.

Binge-worthy reading. There's a reason this is a Giller Prize winner.

Finally reading something light, instead of melancholy. It needed to be done. What better way than with Mary P.?

An achingly beautiful book about finding a soul that is the same different as yours.

"I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same."

Finally picking this one up again. I've enjoyed it so much so far!