Look, this year had its many ups and downs. But one thing that’s kept me sane is reading nearly every night instead of — or, when I did slip up, in addition to — scrolling on my phone. I also attended a friend’s monthly book club, which provided an opportunity to connect with other 20-somethings in San Francisco who have similar interests (and see their apartments, which is a nice bonus for my Architectural Digest-loving heart).
These four books I’ve read recently are not from that book club, but I devoured them the same nonetheless, bringing up my tally to 20 books this year. I will try my best to get to 25 over the month and you can, too, join my hustle by adding a book or two from this list to your TBR pile.
Intermezzo
By Sally Rooney
2024
In September, Irish author Sally Rooney released her highly anticipated fourth novel Intermezzo to nearly universal acclaim, and it’s not difficult to understand why. Rooney, whose past characters have been criticized as insufferable and lacking growth, created her most alive and dynamic set of characters yet. Intermezzo is a glimpse into the lives of two brothers, a 32-year-old lawyer, Peter, and his 22-year-old chess player brother, Ivan, in the aftermath of their father’s death. Rooney skillfully examines how these men deal with grief and how that reflects in their relationship, and, separately, their relationships with the women in their lives.
Peter thinks of his relationship with his younger girlfriend, Naomi, as a casual one, until she loses her apartment and moves in with him. Ivan, on the other hand, starts seeing Margaret, a woman 14 years his senior that he met at a chess event outside of Dublin — and begins to travel every weekend to see her. Both of Rooney’s antiheroes contain multitudes, as they go from being unlikeable and villainous from one moment to their pure and pitiful selves the next. It also doesn’t help that the rift in their relationship causes the two to view each other in harsher light. All of this makes for a fast-paced, reflective read. However, if you are not a fan of Sally Rooney’s underutilization of punctuation, especially quotation marks, beware that her stylistic choice persists in this novel.