Category: Currently Reading

Dusted Off: 2009 Books

Last year I tracked the books I read like the movies I watched. I was quite disappointed by the total, I have to say. I have resolved to do better, and that’s probably a resolution I can keep (much to the chagrin of TLomL). Not only did I not read as much as I thought I should, I wrote about what I read far less than I should’ve. I make no promises in that regard–time will tell.

Going over the list this morning I had a really bad moment, I absolutely couldn’t recognize book #4 on the list (Sacred Cows by Karen E. Olson). I had to go to a couple of different websites before the thing clicked with me–worse yet, once I remembered the book, I recalled enjoying it. And there are 3 sequels! I actually feel guilty about not reading more of Ms. Olson’s work (and forgetting that which I did read). I’ll fix that as soon as I can.

Anyway, if you’re interested, here’s the list.

I had a hard time coming up with “best of” lists, my instinct was to go for the “most literary” or whatever, but that ended up leaving off most of the books that I enjoyed most, had the biggest impact on me, etc. So instead, I went with the books I most wanted to write about (one I actually did), most of which I at least have a draft post about.

Non-fiction:
3. Marley & Me: Life and Love with the World’s Worst Dog – John Grogan
22. Confessions of a She-Fan: The Course of True Love with the New York Yankees – Jane Heller
29. John Calvin–A Biography – T. H. L. Parker
49. In Living Color: Images of Christ and the Means of Grace – Danny R. Hyde
56. Meltdown: A Free-Market Look at Why the Stock Market Collapsed, the Economy Tanked, and Government Bailouts Will Make Things Worse – Thomas E. Woods Jr.
88. Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing – Elmore Leonard

Fiction:
26. Turn Coat – Jim Butcher
50. Spook Country – William Gibson
51. Dog on It: A Chet and Bernie Mystery – Spencer Quinn
55. The Name of the Wind – Patrick Rothfuss
69. This is Where I Leave You – Jonathan Tropper
75. The Sleeping God – Violette Malan
103. The Magicians – Lev Grossman

As far as the worst go…well, there’s the handful of books I didn’t bother finishing (poorly written, just offensive, couldn’t hold my interest…tho’ to be fair, some of those should get another shot from me) and then these, which for some reason I just finished.

20. Stalking the Unicorn – Mike Resnick
47. Chasing the Bear – Robert B. Parker
67. An Underachiever’s Diary – Benjamin Anastas 8/18/2009

104. Is This a Great Game, or What?: From A-Rod’s Heart to Zim’s Head–My 25 Years in Baseball – Tim Kurkjian (this was a fun read, just not a good book–a fine collection of brief anecdotes)
110. Bright-sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America – Barbara Ehrenreich

Dusted Off: Really shouldn’t have taken the time when I did, but…

I’m done. And to steal a phrase from Nero Wolfe, all I have to say for the moment is, “Most satisfactory.”

Dusted Off: First time I remember wanting my shift to be longer…

Cracked this open for the first time last night, shortly after my shift started. At 6:25, when I had to take care of some end-of-shift chores, I had 100 pages left.

100 pages!!!

My kingdom for another 40 minutes!

Dusted Off: Leaving Barnes & Noble Last Night

Betcha can’t guess why we were there…

(Obviously, it was the large Magic Tree House display in the kids’ section that drew us)

Dusted Off: It Couldn’t Have Been Jack Johnson?

We all have the ability to really freak ourselves out over nothing–a wrong number in the middle of the night, strange yet ultimately benign noises in the house, having to repeat routine blood tests, and so on.

Last night I’m reading a detective novel about a serial killer–I’d read it before, back when the Love of My Life was expecting Samwise and was too uncomfortable to sleep in our bed. Which worked out well this one evening. The depiction of the …evil, the insane (literally) depravity had set me on edge. I vividly remember, sitting on my bed not taking my eyes from the page, leaning forward as I read, as if that’d speed things along. It’s incredibly rare for a book to affect me like that, I wasn’t scared–but I was downright close. When I finally finished the book between 4 & 5 am (371 pages of tense prose and tiny type in one sitting), I went out to the living room, confused my wife by giving her a big hug and went to bed to catch a little sleep before work–purposely leaving all the lights on in the room.

So last night, I’m rereading the same book for the first time, and it’s starting to grip in in a similar way–but not as completely as before. About the time that the author really begins to reveal the nature of the killer–later described as “a creature beset by what Coleridge called ‘motiveless malignancy'”–I start remembering that night 8 years ago, details from the end of the book, and so on. This gives me a sort of detachment from the book. And as I realize this detachment’s existence, I feel a bit of relief.

And then, over my headphones comes the lighting strike of Kirk Hammett’s guitar, the staccato thunder of Lars Ulrich’s drums, and James Hetfield’s guttural vocals

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror

Frak.

I put a finger in the book to hold my place, walked across the room…

and turned on another light.

Page 71 of 71

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén