I don’t know how I felt about The Other Wind, either. It was odd. Very odd. And it certainly lacked the sheer elegance and beauty of, say, Tombs of Atuan, my clear favorite in the series.
And Uke, I take all the credit for passing on Saragossa to delphica. I was crazy about it, and figured she would enjoy it as well. And you are just going to have to suffer through the number theory, the dueling, and the odd religiosity to find out whether Alphonse hooks up with the Kabbalah chick.
I am a chronic multiple book reader. My attention span has suffered dramatically in the past year or so, hence I sometimes have difficulty sticking to one serious book.
To help prepare for the Foreign Service Exam, I am rereading Henry Kissinger’s seminal brick, Diplomacy. If I am going to get trained by the government to be a war criminal, I might as well start now on my own dime.
For moral gratification, there’s Plutarch’s Lives.
Slowly but surely I am working my way through Lorna Doone, just so I can pretend to be a highwayman.
Then there’s The Dao of Jeet Kune Do, since much of what Bruce Lee discusses is both applicable to and derived from western martial arts.
I started Bernard Lewis’ History of the Middle East, but I think that’s going to go on the back burner until I am through with Kissinger, that roly-poly German parakeet.
I am sure I started some other stuff, too, but I can’t recall it now.