I’ve set aside, for a time at least, the digital reader’s copies I so enjoy–but which had become something of a burden. I’d have several books in my queue, schedule my reviews based on publication date, start reading, and–too many times lately–I’d find myself with a clunker. I don’t mind reviewing a book and mentioning a few reservations about plot or style, but I just can’t in good conscience trash a book outright. I apply my ten percent rule. If by the time I’ve read ten percent of the book it hasn’t made me at least a little curious to continue, I stop, share my thoughts with the publisher, and move on.
So for at least November, I took a little reading vacay, ordering up a few things I everyone else had read, but me–I’d been too busy reading advanced copies! And I’ve loved having books in my hand again–ones with real pages I can fold down to mark my spot (yes, I’m that person!) or lie face down opened to the page I left off (I can hear the groans now…). I’ve loved again a TBR stack that’s paper, not digital, and I adore the cover art. Or maybe it’s just all that color–my Kindle is a basic e-reader, black and white, with no frills.
So what have I read this Fall? I did proper reviews of My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry and News of the World. Keepers both. I read Girl Waits With Gun which was a hoot–and deserves its own proper review sometime soon.
For fun I’m reading John Grisham’s Sycamore Row. I do like a good John Grisham once in a while (and I’ve learned it doesn’t pay to file a class action suit, so there’s that) and this one’s got it all. Race, class, good
cops lawyers, bad cops lawyers, a hand-written will, and $23 million on the table. Predictable, but very readable.
I am either proud–or ashamed–to say I’m probably the last person in the U.S. to read The Girl on the Train. And it was just what I needed it to be: a compelling, yet undemanding story I could let unravel. It lived up to its Gone Girl comparison, but with characters I didn’t find repulsive.
And oh my goodness! The Rosie Project was the dearest thing I’ve read in quite some time. A sweet little nugget of a book, like finding that chocolate caramel when you were expecting a raspberry creme. Once Thanksgiving break begins, I’ll bring out Where’d You Go, Bernadette. The New York Times called it “comedy heaven” and I’m holding them to it.
It’s been a fairly relaxing reading vacation so far–but someday soon I’ll return to the work-a-day world of new releases.