I used to read voraciously. I was never happier than when I had a whole pile of books on the coffee table, waiting to be read. Then suddenly I stopped, and in the past couple of years I've read magazines, I've read what I call "popcorn" mysteries (easy, involves very little brainpower, and you keep consuming them like popcorn), I've written stories, and I've started 4 or 5 "real" books and put them down after a chapter or two. It's not that the books weren't interesting or well-written. It's just that I couldn't get into them, I couldn't sit still that long.
Now, suddenly again, that seems to be over. This summer I've read a book I got from Rosanne, my girlfriend in England, and I've picked up most of those books I put down mid-chapter and finished them. I'm so glad to be back!
Here are the books I've read recently - maybe you'd like them too:
In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American family in Hitler's Berlin by Erik Larson (who also wrote Devil in the White City).
Destiny of the Republic: A Tale of Madness, Medicine, and the Murder of a President (President Garfield) by Candice Millard
The Language of Flowers: A Novel by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (this is the one I got from Rosanne)
La Lacuna: A Novel by Barbara Kingsolver (love Barbara Kingsolver, she also wrote Prodigal Summer and Poisonwood Bible)
Happy reading!
