I feel as if I have been reading up a storm lately, even after getting off to a slow start. I started the year with a little romance and historical fiction set during World War I, reading Somewhere in France by Jennifer Robson, which I will be reviewing tomorrow (I couldn't resist a book about a female ambulance driver). Then I dove into Jennifer Crusie's Fast Women, January's group read for one of my online reading groups. Fast Women had a little bit of everything from mystery to romance to girlfriend bonding, with a good mix of humor to boot.
I began reading Beautiful Creatures after that, deciding now would be a good time to catch the movie (before the end of the month). Somewhere in the middle of that young adult fantasy novel about forbidden love, my attention wavered, and I found myself reading The Final Solution: A Story of Detection by Michael Chabon, which is about a retired elderly detective and a boy and his parrot. All because Kristen from We Be Reading mentioned on Twitter that she was reading Cabon's book this weekend. I have since finished both books and have moved onto Labor Day by Joyce Maynard, which I just began reading yesterday.
In audio, I have been listening to Abraham Verghese's Cutting For Stone, narrated by Sunil Malhotra. I kind of wish I had a longer commute to work, frankly. I cannot begin to tell you how much I am enjoying listening to this book. Given how long it is, I imagine it may be the end of next month before I am actually able to finish listening to it. I have a feeling this will be among my favorite books this year--and I'm not even close to being half way through it yet. That is saying something.
What have you been reading lately? Anything you would recommend?
Every Tuesday Diane from Bibliophile By the Sea hosts
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros, where
participants share the first paragraph (or a few) of a
book they are reading or thinking about reading soon.
Here is a taste of Jennifer Robson's Somewhere in France:
It was past nine, past time, for the sun had set, the orchestra had begun to play, and hundreds of guests were streaming up the grand central staircase, their voices rising in an ebullient, ever-swelling chorus to the floors above. Past time to call for Flossie, and array herself in the gown her mother had chosen. If only there were armor for occasions like this.
Would you continue reading?
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