Achieved: Fiction-Reading Goal
Apr. 28th, 2009 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebI have a goal to read 12 fiction and 12 nonfiction books a year. It's sort of like a goal to read one a month, but more flexible. Some years the nonfiction goal is easier; some years the fiction. I have now finished reading my 12th fiction book.
I read nine from Robin's parents' library, one of a play a friend is performing, one recently reviewed by another friend, and one by an author who's written other things I've liked.
There were none I loved (say, five stars), but I did come across some four-star or at least three-star books:
Jane Eyre I have already reviewed. (Definitely four stars.)
Robert Campbell's The Junkyard Dog is a murder mystery with a fun voice set in the alien world of Chicago politics.
Len Deighton's Yesterday's Spy is the realistic kind of spy book with a little sarcastic humor thrown in. It's exciting and unpredictable - who are the good guys, who's bad, and who's misguided? It's possible everyone is lying, at least by omission and hard to guess what the lies are.
Paul Auster's Timbuktu is read-aloud-grade writing about a dog's life and maybe about the interface between goals and reality. Too much stream-of-consciousness stuff for my taste.
I read nine from Robin's parents' library, one of a play a friend is performing, one recently reviewed by another friend, and one by an author who's written other things I've liked.
There were none I loved (say, five stars), but I did come across some four-star or at least three-star books:
Jane Eyre I have already reviewed. (Definitely four stars.)
Robert Campbell's The Junkyard Dog is a murder mystery with a fun voice set in the alien world of Chicago politics.
Len Deighton's Yesterday's Spy is the realistic kind of spy book with a little sarcastic humor thrown in. It's exciting and unpredictable - who are the good guys, who's bad, and who's misguided? It's possible everyone is lying, at least by omission and hard to guess what the lies are.
Paul Auster's Timbuktu is read-aloud-grade writing about a dog's life and maybe about the interface between goals and reality. Too much stream-of-consciousness stuff for my taste.