My reading has fallen way off, especially compared to last summer, as I have jumped into a new hobby for the past couple of months. Still, I’ve managed to read a few very good titles since summer.

Kristin Hannah, True Colors. Captivating and satisfying.

No picture supplied here, but I liked Jane and Prudence by Barbara Pym. I enjoy 20th century English novels and appreciate a sly wit. I liked this book, set in the countryside in the 1950s, quite a lot.

Excellent Women also by Barbara Pym. I equally enjoyed this jaunt back to a small English village in the 1950s. Quite comical.

Clare Pooley’s Iona Iverson’s Rules for Commuting. Charming, a jour, complete frisch. I loved this book. J’ai adoré ce livre. Ich habe dieses Buch geliebt.

Elizabeth Strout, Tell me Everything. I liked it. It has wisdom and it has heart. I just wish they wouldn’t put Oprah’s name on every book she endorses. Who cares?! I like to make up my own mind.

Paul Murray, The Bee Sting. Wow. Whoa. Quite a book. The lack of punctuation in many of the chapters was a literal drag: it took several readings of a sentence to understand the meaning of the words when there was no punctuation. Didn’t not like that part.

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine is a completely wonderful book. One of the best I’ve read. And that’s saying something. I’m showing you the Italian version book cover, but I admit I read it in English.

Patrick Ryan, Buckeye. Magnificent, sprawling novel, filled with wisdom and understanding. This is why I read.

I’ll be back soon with more recommendations. Happy reading, fellow addicts!