Friday, October 2, 2009
I was feeling guilty about not blogging more, but then I realized I've not read anything I would consider "a best book ever" lately anyway. I've read some good books but not any great ones (ihmo, of course). The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield was good, reminiscent of Daphe DuMaurier's Rebecca. I've been plugging along through George Howe Colt's The Big House and Ann Patchett's The Patron Saint of Liars. They're both fine stories, but I'm not really in love with either of them. I'm waiting for that next can't turn the page fast enough, never want it to end book. And I'm here to tell you folks, Atlas Shrugged ain't it. (I'm only on page 70 out of 1100.) Sigh.