At the moment, I’m giving The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo a go since picking up a bedraggled and water-warped copy in the Oxfam trash bin (for some reason, it was and is not a book I wanted to spend money actually buying). I’ve heard really wonderful things about it and, while it seems to have the potential to be a sort of Da Vinci Code trendy book, it also seems much smarter and sharper than that former craze. I’ll let you know when I finish it; I’m just getting into it. Still not gripped by the collar and bodily dragged into the plot, but perhaps that comes later.
I also picked up H.V. Morton’s In Search of England which is the travel memoir of a British man who, at the start of the book, has lived abroad for a long time but suddenly realizes he never appreciated his home country—England—enough while he was there. Thus, he returns to England after the Second World War and proceeds to discover England by car. So far it is so charmingly written that I can’t help but love Mr. Morton without knowing anything about him. And England itself comes off rather attractively, too, which is not a huge surprise!
Aside from those two, there are the usual things I read for my dissertation and school work, which at the moment is a lot of British newspapers from the 1840s. Lots of cramped, tiny type, let me tell you!
So what are you up to, reading-wise? Chime in below with a quote, a thought, or just a title.