I have way too many books just sitting on my shelves begging with puppy dog eyes to be read. Unfortunately, I keep buying books and the unread books keep piling up, until I’m consumed with guilt and have no shelf space. Right now, I’m reading a few different things:
- The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart. Meddling kids, megalomaniacal geniuses, and mysteries. I’m really enjoying this children’s book. I flew through most of it this weekend and I’ve left the last few pages to savor.
- Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes. A mentally retarded man volunteers for an experiment with the desperate hope it will make him smarter. Ultimately kind of depressing. I don’t think I’ll finish this one.
- Mickelsson’s Ghosts by John Gardner. Gardner is one of my favorite writers, but his massive novel about self-centered philosophy professor Peter Mickelsson is a little hard to stomach. I much preferred October Light, which was brilliant and relateable. I love that New Directions have reissued his backlist, which had languished out of print for far too long.
- Romancing Miss Bronte by Juliet Gael. Advanced Reading Copy. Fictionalized account of how Charlotte Bronte started her writing career. Surprisingly engrossing, though the writing is not as literary as I would have imagined. I normally dislike books of this genre, but I will finish this one.
And I’m eying the rest of the Sookie Stackhouse series and reading some Stephanie Plum novels during lunch at work. It’s a wonder I finish anything.