I'm on my second in two weeks. Richard Ford's The Sportswriter. Sounds like its being read by a film noir private eye, but I like it. It fits the book. And it's nice to be able to 'read' a book while in traffic. Or mowing the lawn.
My reading pace has dropped off significantly since grad school, which is to be expected I suppose. I also blame two things. One Steig Larssen: I wanted some puffier post-school reading and everyone had raged about The Girl With The ... books. The first one was fine, he's a brilliant plotsmith and his characters (in the first one anyway) are at the least interesting. But the second book was pretty weak and the third one was terrible. But I slogged through. The curse of the trilogy: it's a real thing.
The other thing I'd like to blame (since I'm obviously blameless here) is the Kindle. How about a hand for the ease of technology? A million books in one place? Unreal. Except that I'm the type of person that likes to watch the progress and then revel in the end. And the percentage bar just doesn't do it for me like real-life page turning. I'll still use the Kindle--it's so SIMPLE--but I think I'll start going to the library again for the weight of paper. And for audiobooks.
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