It has been a long time since I had a book post. I guess breaking up with Richard Nixon really did a number on me.
Well, not really. I’ve still been reading, but it just seems to be taking me forever to get through books. I suppose I can blame moving, and packing, and unpacking, and making lists of things we forgot to get after thinking we finally had everything (damn you, salad spinner!).
I’ve been enjoying the books I’ve read lately, but not enjoying them. They’re good, but I hadn’t found myself hoping to take a lunch break so that I could sneak away and read a few pages. Maybe I can blame the weather on this: I was very excited to get outside on those two gorgeous days we had last week, although they seem so far gone by now.
After feeling a bit of reading lethargy (no offense to Tennessee Williams or Jose Saramago, two people whose works I generally like), I downloaded Game of Thrones for my Kindle.
Oh, right, that’s what it’s like to want to read a book in one sitting. For the first time this year (is that possible?) I have occasionally gotten off the express train early to extend my commute just by a few minutes, so I can finish a chapter.
Is it particularly well-written? Eh, I’ve read better. But like J.K. Rowling, George R. R. Martin can sure tell a story. Unlike Rowling, he’s done a pretty decent job at fleshing out minor characters as well.
I’m only 65% of the way done with the first book, but I’m determined to finish it before I check out season one of the TV show (which I guess is another motivator!).
I know I jumped on the bandwagon late on this one, but it wasn’t because I didn’t think the books would be good. I just had too many other “eh” books to finish first, and gosh, these books are long. It seemed like such an undertaking, and what with feeling wishy-washy about everything else I’d read recently, I didn’t know if I wanted to invest the energy. I’m so glad I did.