Here are a list of some of the books I have read over the last couple of months that I haven’t written reviews for, in no particular order:
Educated – Tara Westover
Darkness at Noon – Arthur Koestler
Lullaby – Leïla Slimani
Enron – Lucy Prebble
The Last Days of Stalin – Joshua Rubenstein
The Royal Art of Poison: Filthy Palaces, Fatal Cosmetics, Deadly Medicine, and Murder Most Foul – Eleanor Herman
The Humans – Matt Haig
This list is incomplete.
But why haven’t I reviewed these books? What makes them different to the ones I have written reviews for?
Some of them, such as The Humans and Enron were shorter books that I read having just finished a larger book, and put a great deal of work into the review. I just wanted a book to read for fun, to have a break before diving into another book to examine critically.
Others, like Darkness at Noon and The Last Days of Stalin are books I read for research purposes, as the next play I plan to write is set during the Soviet era in Russia. As I was more focussed on specific facts or ideas from these books, I did not think it would be right for me to give them a proper full review.
Some other books, such as The Royal Art of Poison, were read on and off at the same time as another book I was reviewing – if that book was especially difficult to get through I would reward myself with a chapter or two of the book I preferred when I had read a certain amount, therefore I didn’t feel I had read these books deeply enough to review them properly.
I realise that this sounds like a bunch of excuses for not posting more reviews, or posting them more regularly, but I felt it was something I wanted to let my readers know. I don’t review every single book that I read – otherwise I’d be doing that full-time instead of working on my script. Speaking of which, that Word document is looking at me rather accusingly… Draft Three, let’s do this.