If you had bumped into me at any given time in May, you probably saw a script in my hand, and you probably heard me speak in different dialects. Lots of lines and lots of accents this month as I prepared for my new roles. (No, I'm not Tatiana Maslany, but when I wasn't on stage or on set, I was watching Orphan Black. And you should be, too.)

In-between gigs, I managed to squeeze some novels in, including these standouts:

Curveball: The Year I Lost My Grip by Jordan Sonnenblick
The Language Inside by Holly Thompson
After Iris by Natasha Farrant