Taking a quick break from the deluge of Self-Published Authors Appreciation Week to take a peek at what I’m reading this week—which, yes, involves a couple of self-published books. And a few that aren’t.
This meme was formerly hosted by MizB at A Daily Rhythm and revived on Taking on a World of Words—and shown to me by Aurore-Anne-Chehoke at Diary-of-a-black-city-girl.
The Three Ws are:
What are you currently reading?
What did you recently finish reading?
What do you think you’ll read next?
Seems easy enough, right? Let’s take a peek at this week’s answers:
What are you currently reading?
I’m midway into This Is Who We Are Now by James Bailey, and really am not sure where it’s going, but I’m enjoying the ride. I’m listening to A Study In Scarlet Women by Sherry Thomas, read by Kate Reading (a voice I should’ve recognized) on audiobook, I wasn’t crazy about this for the first few chapters, but I am finding it pretty compelling listening. A nice take on Holmes and Watson, too.
What did you recently finish reading?
I just finished S.L. Rowland’s Cursed Cocktails, which was perfectly charming, and Swiped by L.M. Chilton, read by Georgia Maguire on audio, which was just as charming—just in a very different way.
What do you think you’ll read next?
My next book should be A Farewell to Arfs by Spencer Quinn—I need my Chet fix. I’ve turned a friend onto Peter Grant, and feel like I could use a refresher as I talk to him, so my next audiobook should be Midnight Riot/Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch, read by Kobna Holdbrook-Smith.
What kinds of goodies are you dipping into this week?
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I’m currently reading “The Last Outlaws” by Thom Hatch about Butch Cassidy and his pal – it’s a bedside book. Also reading another Tony HIllerman, “Coyote Waits”, which I picked up off the book cart. And feeling guilty about not trying to get further in Ruth Ozecki’s “Book of Form and Emptiness.”
These are both breaks from the heavier lit I just finished: William Faulkner’s “Light in August”, one of the more accessible Faulkner novels, with two intertwined stories involving a mulatto passing for white and a pregnant girl searching for the father of her unborn child. Both end up in Jefferson Mississippi, the heart of Faulkner country. No, the mulatto is not the father. And yes, there are plenty of Faulknerian sentences that go on forever.
I also finally finished my bedside book “Malloran’s Memoirs”, written by Agatha Christie’s husband Max who was a noted archaeologist. Christie accompanied him on almost all his digs. Malloran had a sense of humor and gives a good picture of what archaeology was about in the first half of the 20th century, when everyone was hoping to find another King Tut’s tomb. Parts of the book are pretty dry, and he reveals nothing about his wife that couldn’t be on a book jacket cover.
Next I will read A.S. Byatt’s “Ragnarok”- part of a series where noted authors are invited to re-write classic myths. I’m eager to compare her take to Neil Gaiman’s in “Norse Myths.”