About every fourth book I read is something that’s well reviewed, but not something I’d normally be interested in. I pick authors with very different backgrounds than mine. I’m almost always delighted by these books. Though there are always exceptions.
I thought The Queue by Basma Abdel Aziz was going to be great, but it was totally flat. I could tell you the plot, however, the characters were so dull I can’t even recall their names. Maybe something was lost in translation.
Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell looked like it was going to be too adolescent for my tastes. I was amazed to find it so thoughtful, the young lovers are well crafted and believable.
When is was young, I would fully immerse myself in a single author at a time. Now I move from subject to subject. I was on a WW2 kick for a while, now I’m traveling through some young adult books. I did read two Neil Gaiman books in a row recently. There are a few books of how I haven’t read and I think I’ll be hitting them up soon.
I wish I could read as quickly as Johnny 5 did in Short Circuit. Every book I read feels like food and its nourishing my brain, making me a better writer, a better thinker. A better person.
One of my favorite things to do is start a book in the morning and finish it my evening. I usually only get to do that when Mrs. Lott is occupied with work and doesn’t have a list of bullshit chores to do. I swear to god the moment I’m rich I’m done with cooking and cleaning. I hate both activities with the passion of a spoiled child.
Anyway. Hopefully I can finish the book I’m reading today, The Heart of the Samurai by Margi Preus. After that I’m either going to pick up Stephen King’s On Writing again or read Bruce Springteen’s bio.
I’ve ordered about 50 books in the last month. I’m kind of obsessed right now.