Hmm. I’m past my fair-chance 50 pages myself, but think I’ll give it up.
I read Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead, based on a friend’s recommendation that it was similar to Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine. I can see how they’re similar, but I didn’t think it had the same heart as Eleanor Oliphant.
I also read Martha Wells’ The Witch King, which I really enjoyed. It’s more similar to her Raksura books than Murderbot.
I’m now in the middle of Sally Rooney’s Normal People, which I’m enjoying except that the author uses a lot of dialog but didn’t bother with quotation marks and it’s driving me crazy.
I think I have The Witch King around hete somwhere. The next Murderbot is out in November.
I have the new Murderbot on preorder, in both audio and print. I’ve been eying The Witch King and hoping maybe Tor will put it on sale later in the year.
Finished The Way Home. The first story was all right, the second an awful slog.
Started this morning on My Murder, by Katie Williams. It’s about a serial killer’s victim who is cloned and restored to her family.
Gave up on the novel A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan. Just never clicked for me.
Now I’ve started Satchel by Larry Tye, a bio of the pitching legend Satchel Paige. He was remarkable on the mound, always quotable about baseball and how to live a good life, but enigmatic as to his family, childhood and even his date of birth. I’m enjoying learning a lot more about him.
Just finished Bryony and Roses by T. Kingfisher. I quite enjoyed it, read it in 2 days pretty much, Nettle & Bone is still my favorite, but this will likely be reread as well.
Finished The Loved One, by Evelyn Waugh, which was okay.
Read A Thousand Mornings, by Mary Oliver, of which the best poem was “For I Will Consider My Dog Percy”.
Now I’m reading The Spare Man, by Mary Robinette Kowal.
Finished The Spare Man, by Mary Robinette Kowal, which I enjoyed.
Now I’m reading Chita, by Chita Rivera with Patrick Pacheco.
I have The Spare Man waiting on audio.
Tell us more, please.
It’s a “Nick and Nora Charles (and Asta)” type mystery IN SPACE! All the tech either already exists (at least according to the author) or seems as if it could in, say, a century or two. The tech interested me more than the mystery itself, and my favorite character in the book Fantine Brandt, the snarky super-lawer deserves her own mystery series.
Finished Chita, by Chita Rivera with Patrick Pacheco, which was okay.
Now I’m reading Miss Eliza’s English Kitchen by Annabel Abbs.
Reading Burn it Down by Mo Ryan. It’s not exactly a tell all but just an aggregate of everything that is wrong with the Hollywood System and how it allows Monsters to flourish and abuse the people around them.
Thanks, DenDa!
Hey, if we’re doing nicknames, would mine be Du_Bee? Or possibly Doo_Bee. 
Anyway, I finished My Murder. It was fairly good, I was enjoying it…and then came the weekend. I had to set it aside for a couple of days. So when I picked it up this morning, the urgency was gone and I didn’t care for the ending. 
More-or-less recently finished:
The first twenty Phryne Fisher mysteries by Kerry Greenwood.
Now reading:
Whirlwind: The Air War Against Japan 1942-1945, by Barrett Tillman
Shift, by Hugh Howey
Up next:
Death in Daylesford, the 21st Phryne Fisher book.
Started this morning on Joanne Harris’ Broken Light. Joanne Harris is a talented writer who’s done a variety of books; this one seems almost aimed at me. It’s about a woman going through menopause, which reawakens a supernatural talent she had as a child. A bit heavy on the feminism, but I’m really enjoying the story.
Finished Miss Eliza’s English Kitchen by Annabel Abbs, which was okay.
Now I’m reading Come Go With Me: Old-timer Stories from the Southern Mountains, edited by Roy Edwin Thomas. It’s a collection of reminiscences from people who lived in the Appalachians and Ozarks as young people.
I tossed Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall for being very NOT-at-all-fabulous and have started Spellbound by Charlie N. Holmberg.
Finished Come Go With Me: Old-timer Stories from the Southern Mountains, edited by Roy Edwin Thomas. It was a fun read. My favorite (which I’m not sure I believe) was related by “Doc” Davis, who said that as a boy, he killed a snake in the hen house by cutting off its head, and retrieved the “setting” (i.e., fertile) eggs it had just swallowed, none of which were cracked. He washed them off, put them under a hen, and they hatched. The family called them the “snake chickens”. My husband said, “That’s how you get a basilisk.”
Now I’m reading Against Infinity, by Gregory Benford.