I don’t post often in the reading threads, but this was an amazing book and I recommend it to everyone. I absolutely loved it from beginning to end. It’s not a super long book and I was gripped the entire time. It kind of took me by surprise.
Best to go in knowing nothing. I had zero clue what it was about and it was amazing.
I went to the library today for printing services and decided to cast my eye on the new releases shelf. They had The Grief of Stones, the new Katherine Addison book! I promptly yoinked it, picked up my printout, and left.
And then when I got home I checked my email and found out my hold was in.
Started today on Little Eve by Catriona Ward, a novel about cultists on an island off the coast of Scotland. I’ve read one novel by this author that I really liked, and tried another that I found unreadable, but this one seems good so far.
I finished my audiobook of Agatha Christie’s Death on the Nile (1937), read by David Suchet, who played detective Hercule Poirot for many years on TV, and does the voices of the many characters here (including Poirot), male and female, mostly convincingly. I foresaw who the murder victim on the river cruise was going to be, but not how and by whom that person would be done in. A fine whodunnit.
Next up: The Trials of Harry S. Truman: The Extraordinary Presidency of an Ordinary Man, 1945-1953 by Jeffrey Frank, which I like so far. It seems to be a more balanced portrayal than David McCullough’s more-famous bio, but Frank isn’t nearly as good a writer as McCullough.
I just can’t. The misogyny, domestic abuse, racism and hinted at animal abuse just doesn’t work for me. I have the same feeling as I had for “The Shining” it was a dull plodding mess of domestic abuse and male control, horrifying if you’re living it but boring as hell to read. Life is too short to be bored to death by a vampire…
Finished The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Set in the summer of 1922, it is the definitive novel about the Jazz Age. Deservedly considered a classic. But sales when it came out were disappointing, and at the time of Fitzgerald’s death in 1940 it had all but disappeared. He would never have guessed how highly regarded it would become.
I have a volume of Fitzgerald’s short stories to take up, but it will have to wait. We’ll be hitting the casinos and Vegas soon, then traipsing around here with friends from Thailand. This will be a very busy month.