SomeReads

It’s been over a month since I posted any reviews, but that’s mostly because I’ve only finished one book during that time! GASP!

After Good Things I Wish You, I started Sunnyside by Glen David Gold. This one is a chunkster, and while I was interested, it just dragged and I had to move on. I haven’t completely given up on it, just put it aside for a while.

Then I grabbed The Color of Magic, my first book for the Pratchett Challenge. I had attempted to listen to this on audiobook a few years ago and it didn’t grab me. However, I have since read 2 other Pratchett books and really enjoyed them, so I decided to give it another try, this time in print. I enjoyed it much more this way! I’m really looking forward to reading more for this challenge (in fact, I am currently reading the 2nd in the discworld series).

After The Color of Magic I picked up American Rust by Philipp Meyer. I tried so hard to like this book. I made it more than halfway. But I really didn’t like it. So I gave up. It’s a “good” book, in terms of writing style, etc., but I just wasn’t enjoying reading it. Life’s too short to read a book you don’t enjoy.

Tuesday Teasers is a weekly meme hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading.

I’m posting from my iPod sobear with me!

The rules are to turn to a random page in your current book and pick 2 teaser sentences, being careful of spoilers.

This week’s teaser is from Sunnyside by Glen David Gold (ARC), p. 16.

The band assembled into neat rows flanking the strongest boy in the twelfth grade, who wore a bass drum strapped to his belly, and who beat on it with a joyous rhythm from the heart of East Texas. There were last-minute panicked repinnings of bunting that had diabolically chosen this moment to sag, and all the town spilled onto the platform in a mass, from the patients at the Ralston Confederate Retirement Home in their wicker-strap wheelchairs to the girls who had turned out in their best dresses, dresses so fine that when the newspaper accounts described the catastrophe to come, they still spent inches serenading local color (“Miss Kate Ogden, pink albatross and white velvet; Miss Fannie Stewart, pink velvet; Miss Hattie Chapman, pale-lavender teatime dress”), and all the girls, no matter how much they hated the others’ high-handed ways, stood linking arms so that – hang your light refreshment and a morning drink- they would be the most inviting sight for Chaplin’s eye.