#liz moore

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books I’ve read in 2024 📖 no. 082

The God of the Woods by Liz Moore

“Her voice, it seemed, had been continuously decrescendoing since birth, so that by age twelve, she could scarcely be heard.”

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perfect rainy day to start this one

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Kissing someone - someone you want to kiss, I mean - is like living inside the best song you ever heard. It's the same feeling.

― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods: A Novel (Riverhead Books, July 2, 2024)

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When she looks back to the island she sees only the pines, drawn closed like a curtain around the girl.

Liz Moore, from The God of the Woods

[libinih28]

I just attract books about lonely women and mothers I think. even ones I don't even realize they're about women before I pick them up.

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What to Read Next

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The way we were raised—the way our parents raised us, I mean—it trained us to think it’s our job to be absolutely correct in everything that we do. But it isn’t, Bunny. Do you see? We can have our own thoughts, our own inner lives. We can do as we please, if we only learn not to care so much about what people think.

-- from The God of the Woods, by Liz Moore

[harrowclare]

the only way to get any reading done is to give Oliver his own book. but he still takes my bookmark.

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“Kissing someone—someone you want to kiss, I mean—is like living inside the best song you ever heard. It’s the same feeling.”

— The God of the Woods: A Novel by Liz Moore

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books i read in 2024:

“the god of the woods”

liz moore

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

genre: thriller, mystery

synopsis:

When a teenager vanishes from her Adirondack summer camp, two worlds collide

Early morning, August 1975: a camp counselor discovers an empty bunk. Its occupant, Barbara Van Laar, has gone missing. Barbara isn’t just any thirteen-year-old: she’s the daughter of the family that owns the summer camp and employs most of the region’s residents. And this isn’t the first time a Van Laar child has disappeared. Barbara’s older brother similarly vanished fourteen years ago, never to be found.

As a panicked search begins, a thrilling drama unfolds. Chasing down the layered secrets of the Van Laar family and the blue-collar community working in its shadow, Moore’s multi-threaded story invites readers into a rich and gripping dynasty of secrets and second chances. It is Liz Moore’s most ambitious and wide-reaching novel yet.

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My September, October & November Reads

The City and the House, Natalia Ginzburg - An all-time favorite. An unexpected beach read. An epistolary novel! Twitter is still good sometimes, mainly for basketball tweets and unusual book recommendations; I checked this out of the library after a college professor tweeted that he taught The City and the House and his students became obsessed with one of the female characters, couldn't stop talking about her. On an 80-degree September day, I left work early and read this on the beach—it's a total pageturner and I can't recommend it enough.

The God of the Woods, Liz Moore - A summer camp murder mystery. Well written and engrossing, and I loved the way it ended. A fun coincidence that added to my experience: at the time of reading, I was traveling back and forth to Albany and the Finger Lakes region of NY, which is where parts of the novel are set.

The Slow Road North: How I Found Peace in an Improbable Country, Rosie Schaap - I keep track of Rosie Schaap's writing because she's talented and interesting, of course, but also because we lived in the same Brooklyn neighborhood for many years and she tended bar down the street from my apartment. Anyway! Rosie is great and I think this memoir is ideal for anyone who's contemplating a life change and could use some inspiration. The synopsis is that after Rosie's husband and mother both passed away, NYC no longer felt like home and she wanted a fresh start. During a research trip for a writing assignment, she fell in love with a small seaside town in Ireland, and she figured out a way to relocate. I love the storytelling in this book, the way Rosie writes about the history of her new home and her neighbors, the way she confronts grief and regret and uncertainty, and the way she builds herself a beautiful life there completely from scratch. Like I said, it's inspiring! Plus I'm now itching to plan a visit to Ireland.

Loved and Missed, Susie Boyt - Another favorite book discovered via Twitter recommendation, in this case because Rumaan Alam tweeted about it enough times that I had to know why he felt so strongly. Well well well: it's one of the best books I've read in years, so sad but SO funny. It made me cry on the train, it made me laugh out loud, it sent me down a Susie Boyt google rabbit hole (I was like, "Ooo who is this newbie, I've never heard of her".......only to discover she is Freud's great-granddaughter), it had me at Community Bookstore on a recent Friday night to hear Rumaan and Susie in conversation (amazing). READ IT.

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By the end of the hour, all of them understood the basics of navigation with a compass, or with the sun. If both of those techniques failed, concluded T.J., the most important thing was not to panic. For a bonus, she asked them: Who knew the origins of the word? "Which word?" someone said. "Panic," said T.J. But no one raised a hand. She explained. It came from the Greek god Pan: the god of the woods. He liked to trick people, to confuse and disorient them until they lost their bearings, and their minds. To panic, said T.J., was to make an enemy of the forest. To stay calm was to be its friend.

The God of the Woods by Liz Moore

[bookishfreedom]

I’ve been having shockingly good luck with books outside my usual genre preferences, and The God of the Woods was another such success story 🍁

[dk-thrive]

(She) swings wildly between self-abasement and overconfidence. There is no middle ground.

― Liz Moore, The God of the Woods: A Novel (Riverhead Books, July 2, 2024)

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If she believed in a God, it was in one who functioned something like Louise in that moment: rooting for her charges from afar, mourning alongside them when they were rejected, celebrating every small victory that came their way. She noticed the lonely ones, the ones at the edge of the crowd; she felt in her heart a sort of wild affection for them, wanted to go up to them, to stand next to them and pull them tightly to her side; and yet she also knew that to intervene in this way would disrupt something sacred that - at twelve and thirteen and fourteen years old - they were learning about themselves and the world. And this, too, was how she thought of God.

— The God of the Woods, Liz Moore