3 books you slept on in 2024

Three books I read in 2024 gave me back-to-back book hangovers.

Weeks and weeks later, I’m still thinking about each of them.

The way Nikki and Ainsley had each other’s backs in Friends with Secrets. Ursa’s quarks—little things that all come together as if meant to be—in Where the Forest Meets the Stars. How we find little ways to keep going while grieving in In An Instant.

Some people believe that books find you just when you need them most, and sometimes I’m one of those people.

All of the characters are dealing with some pretty heavy things, with unexpected friendships growing out of them. These books became unexpected friends to me in the middle of a reading rut.

(We can all agree that “reading rut” is code for depression, right?)

And now I can’t read anything else. I want to read them all again.

You probably slept on these books in 2024, so now you get to read them for the first time!

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Friends with Secrets, by Christine Gunderson

Rating: 5 out of 5.

Friends with Secrets mixes humor with suspense, which I wouldn’t have thought possible, but Christine Gunderson pulled it off. It’s about the perceptions we have of each other based on how things look, with moms Nikki and Ainsley each assuming the other has it so much better. As they get to know each other, they realize not only do they have more in common than they thought, but they could be each other’s most powerful allies. After all, someone has to shut up that awful Tiffany, the Regina George of moms. And who better than the dynamic duo who take down a rapist (which you guys know is my all-time favorite unofficial trope). There’s a bit of romance thrown in, two, with each woman resolving conflicts with her respective husband. I loved every moment of this book.


Where the Forest Meets the Stars, by Glendy Vanderah

Rating: 5 out of 5.

This is another book that defies genres, and it does so proudly with some clever magical realism. It’s written so that you become fully immersed in the most beautiful bubble. There is so much love in this book, it wraps you up in the warmest hug. This book ripped my heart out, then methodically put me back together, teaching me to look for the quarks. I can’t help but see them ever since.


In An Instant, by Suzanne Redfearn

Rating: 5 out of 5.

I knew this book was gonna be one of those books—like If I Stay and Lovely Bones. It tells you up front that there’s going to be a fatal car accident, and our teenage heroine is going to die, young and unfinished. But I didn’t expect it when it came. Suzanne Redfearn does such a good job of getting you wrapped up in all the interpersonal issues between the members of the family, complicated relationships that only get more complex as the characters process their grief in very different ways. As each character healed and let go, I found myself healing and letting go. A beautiful love story about grief and finding your way forward.


Which books published in 2024 were your favorites? Let us know the title and author in the comments!

I’m Breaking All of My Rules for Him | A DISTURBING PROSPECT Snippet

Cliff has me breaking all kinds of rules.

I throw on sweats and my high top Nikes, then toss my hair into a frizzy bun. With such wild curly hair, I’ll never have one of those cute messy buns that straight-haired girls rock. But I’ve managed to make it my own.

I’m supposed to work tonight, but I’ll come home and shower first. Still, just in case, I wing my eyeliner and dab on mascara. Looking at my reflection, I shake my head at myself. The odds of me running into Cliff today are pretty low. This is totally absurd. After another moment, I shrug and add lip gloss.

My hand is on my bedroom door knob when I hear a door slam. Frenzied shrieks and Spanish gush from my roommate’s mouth. I throw my door open and Esther barrels into my room.

Between high school and my roommate, my Spanish is pretty good, but she’s talking way too fast. Tears streak her cheeks, and she clutches her phone in her hand. I lead her to my bed and sit her down. After bringing her an ice cold glass of water, I calm her enough to talk.

“My car,” she gasps, her hands shaking. “Someone slit my tires.”

I bolt up straight. Eyes narrowing, I stomp toward the front door as if I can still catch the motherfucker. Right outside our front door, Esther’s car slumps pathetically. All four tires have long gashes in them. My jaw hangs open even as fury rips through me. Esther is a nice person—someone so quiet, she wouldn’t disturb a librarian. Cutting tires is never random, always personal. This doesn’t make sense.

I light a cigarette and Esther joins me outside. Red rims her eyes and blots her nose.

“Who would do this?” she whispers, hugging herself.

I shake my head. “No one followed you home?”

“Not that I saw.” She holds her hand out for my cigarette. I give it to her and light another for myself. Taking a drag, she grimaces. “I haven’t smoked since high school.” Still, she visibly relaxes. Once a smoker, always a smoker.

“Anyone you might have . . . annoyed?” I can’t imagine Esther ever pissing anyone off enough to make them want to slit her tires, but I have to cover all the bases.

Her head swivels from side to side. “No. Last night was actually a really good tips night.” Dainty eyebrows knit together. “Donny even asked me out.”

My eyes narrow. “Who’s Donny?”

Lips softening into a smile, Esther practically swoons. “This guy at work. He’s one of the chefs. I’ve been waiting for him to make a move forever.” She sucks on the cigarette, still smiling.

“He’s nice to you?” I’m losing hope. Walking around the car, I examine it again.

“Very,” Esther says. “He’s one of the ones who hold doors open and all that. He’s even brought me gifts—little things like chocolate. He brought me a rose last night.”

I blink at her.

Rolling her eyes, she puts her hands on her hips. “Valentine’s Day?”

I halt in my tracks, groaning. “Fuck,” I mutter.

Esther rushes to my side. “Did you think of something?”

“No.” I sigh, lighting another cigarette. “I kind of did something last night, without realizing what day it was.” Wrinkling my nose, I hope Cliff didn’t think it was all supposed to be some romantic bullshit. Or, even worse, that I was so desperate for a Valentine, I begged him to come home with me. I rub my temples. God, I’m pathetic.

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