I’ve been floored, but I haven’t stopped reading.
So many books by my favorites, and I seem to just bounce from one to the next.
I finished off a few old Michael Palmers, as well as his newest, “The Last Surgeon”.
I hit a cold spell, with a few fantastic books:
“Storm Prey” by John Sandford; “Ice Cold” by Tess Gerritson; and “61 Hours” by Lee Child.
I’m missing something else I read in there, too, I’m sure.
Now I’m flying through the 1,000-page epic “Under the Dome” by Stephen King. Wow, it is awesome! I don’t like to talk much about a book I’m only a third the way through, but Barbie seems a lot like Jack Reacher, from the aformentioned Lee Child. Which, of course, is awesome.
Reviews to come. I’ll even try to get my son to review “Tom Sawyer”, the latest classic he tackled.
A question, though: How did I fall in love so quickly with a Nook? I didn’t expect to like it. Now I don’t know if I can hold a hard cover book again, without longing for my light, thin and lovely little Nook.