I’m in the process of bringing some balance to my reading. I focused the last few years on the “genre” angle and ignored any semblance of diversity in authorship. I’m committed to reading more books by non-white authors and non-male authors.
Here’s a screen snap from my booktracker spreadsheet in Google Docs. The highlighted percentages are the number of “pages” consumed. I’m not proud of this. I guess I’ll shoot for 50/50 split going forward, but I have a lot of making up to do.
This is a short Elmore Leonard western (232 pages) that I read in a day on the way back from vacation in the Mayan Riviera. It went fast and was a boat load of fun, which made the flight seem really, really short. That’s a great combo.
This is not the James Lee Burke novel for the uninitiated. It’s complicated, obtuse, and mystical. I’m deep in the series, reading them in order, and I generally liked this one. I found my mind wandering at times, but there were several riveting passages.
Sprawling Agatha Christie mystery that some classify in the spy thriller genre. It doesn’t include any of her regulars (Poirot, Marple, Tommy and Tupence). Fun read.
The second book in the Adam Dalgliesh series by P.D. James. Oh, I’ll read all of these at some point. This one takes place in a psychiatric hospital and you get to know all of the key players as the clues are released. Nice ending.
This book is life-changing and altered many of my views on health and wellness. The author, a Harvard evolutionary biologist named Daniel Lieberman, was quoted extensively in Born to Run. I need to reread and document it some day soon.
I had no idea what to expect from this novel. I bought it years ago in Kindle format because Amazon cajoled me into it with a sale and some algorithm-based sales push. Then Gail mentioned that it was coming out in TV format and that she wanted to watch it, so my hand was forced and I cracked the book open.
This is the first in the Adam Dalgliesh mysteries by P. D. James. Gail has been a fan for decades so I thought I’d crack one open and see what the big deal is. This is a post-WWII murder mystery that takes place on an estate in the English countryside. The local police don’t appear to be to handle it so DCI Adam Dalgliesh (that’s Detective Chief Inspector for those unfamiliar with British police ranks) from Scotland Yard is called in.
I don’t own a bike but I consider myself a cyclist I guess. I mean, I commute a lot for work and and run errands on a Divvy bike and I did a 30 mile ride last year on a borrowed bike (trained with multi-park-n-go Divvy rides). So that’s my cyclist street cred, where do I stand bicycle nation?
The last book I was read was The Art of Racing in the Rain, so I’m on kind of a The Art Of… streak. Both books were similar in that they used with the artistic side of sports as a background for stories about human relationships. Now that’s a genre I can get behind!