This year, I set a goal of reading 12 books for the year… and with this book, I’ve officially made it happen! Here are the books that I’ve read this year:
- January: Brady vs. Manning // Swimming Lessons // Lone Wolf
- April: The Husband’s Secret
- May: Lucky You // Big Little Lies
- July: Behind Her Eyes
- August: Lies Beneath
- September: Since We Fell
- October: The Child // Little Fires Everywhere
Chemistry by Weike Wang was another book that I got from the Book of the Month Club. This is the first year that I’ve had this membership, and it’s been amazing. I will definitely be re-upping my subscription next year. I love the idea of getting one book a month that I otherwise would not have found… and the majority of them (spoiler alert, not this one) have been pretty awesome. If you’re interested in trying it out, here’s my referral link!
Before I get into my thoughts on Chemistry by Weike Wang, here’s the synopsis:
Three years into her graduate studies at a demanding Boston university, the unnamed narrator of this nimbly wry, concise debut finds her one-time love for chemistry is more hypothesis than reality. She’s tormented by her failed research–and reminded of her delays by her peers, her advisor, and most of all by her Chinese parents, who have always expected nothing short of excellence from her throughout her life. But there’s another, nonscientific question looming: the marriage proposal from her devoted boyfriend, a fellow scientist, whose path through academia has been relatively free of obstacles, and with whom she can’t make a life before finding success on her own. Eventually, the pressure mounts so high that she must leave everything she thought she knew about her future, and herself, behind. And for the first time, she’s confronted with a question she won’t find the answer to in a textbook: What do I really want? Over the next two years, this winningly flawed, disarmingly insightful heroine learns the formulas and equations for a different kind of chemistry–one in which the reactions can’t be quantified, measured, and analyzed; one that can be studied only in the mysterious language of the heart. Taking us deep inside her scattered, searching mind, here is a brilliant new literary voice that astutely juxtaposes the elegance of science, the anxieties of finding a place in the world, and the sacrifices made for love and family.
This book has won a lot of awards (including the NPR Best Book of 2017) and I don’t understand how. It just was not my jam. I felt like it was very disconnected and all over the place, and I did not relate to the narrator at all. I guess I didn’t understand why she was making life so much harder on herself than it needed to be?
I am not sure I would even give Chemistry three stars… it is not one that I would recommend (which sucks because it’s a quick read and has such great reviews). It may be one of my least favorite books that I read this year, which is not a good way to finish out my goal.
What are you reading right now? What’s the worst book that you’ve read this year?
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