Books Worth a Re-Read

I wrote this post in April of 2020, and every book still rings true as worthy of a re-read (or several, as I have with almost all of these). I hope you find as much joy, life, grit, and substance in these juicy page-turners as I have.

Primates of Park Avenue, by Dr. Wednesday Martin. Since I first read it the summer of 2015, this has been my favorite book. Ever. Like of all time. I cannot shut up to my friends about this book, and it’s current in rotation being borrowed by one of my friends to read now. First of all, anyone named “Wednesday” unarguably and obviously has interesting things to say. And I’m very pleased to report that as of 2021, it’s been announced that it will become a TV show.

Swans of Fifth Avenue, by Melanie Benjamin. Clearly my favorite books follow a theme…I find the inner workings and life of the incredibly rich just fascinating. What are people really like behind closed doors, beneath the shimmery veneer of their designer labels and fancy brunch resos? Find out from the eyes of social climbing author Truman Capote and his lovely, stylish, and wealthiest of the wealthy comrade Babe Paley.

Hinds’ Feet on High Places, by Hannah Hunard. So moving was the message behind the story that one of my sweet friends had an excerpt tattooed on her ribs. A biblical allegory that beautifully mirrors the ugliness of sin’s wake, and the awesomeness of God’s glory and grace.

Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry, by Lisa Bevere. In her distinctly passionate voice, even in her writing, Lisa brings to life in breathless detail and decoration the reason behind the theology of purity in women.

Indestructible: Leveraging Your Broken Heart to Become a Force of Love and Change in the World, by Allison Fallon. As I read this book, I found that Allison’s story resonated with my own experiences to, at times, an alarming degree. I remember listening to the audiobook during my bike ride home, and having just passed the White House, I stopped at the park across from Trump Hotel, hopped off my bike, and lay in the grass, riveted, as I listened to her stories.