Have you been on the edge of your seat, waiting to hear all about what I’ve been reading for the last three months? Then this is the entry for you! Here is the third-quarter tally (July – September), in order finished:
One Hundred Years of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
Fluke (Christopher Moore)
Love Medicine (Louise Erdrich)
Reconstructing Brigid (Lee Nichols)
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay (Michael Chabon)
Bloodsucking Fiends (Christopher Moore)
Assassination Vacation (Sarah Vowell)
I’m a Stranger Here Myself (Bill Bryson)
A Short History of Nearly Everything (Bill Bryson)
I Was Told There’d Be Cake (Sloane Crosley)
Lamb (Christopher Moore)
Island of the Sequined Love Nun (Christopher Moore)
Of Mice and Men & Cannery Row (John Steinbeck)
Twilight (Stephenie Meyer)
New Moon (Stephenie Meyer)
Eclipse (Stephenie Meyer)
Breaking Dawn (Stephenie Meyer)
Bridget Jones’s Diary (Helen Fielding) (re-read)
That’s eighteen, bringing the 2008 total up to 65 so far, which is insane. I’m pretty proud of the first half of this list. Two official Great Books (One Hundred Years of Solitude and Love Medicine), plus one bookclub-killing, Pulitzer-winning bit of awesome (Kavalier & Clay), rounded-out with a book that made me feel both snobbishly intelligent and wickedly ignorant all at once (A Short History of Nearly Everything): not bad, kid. Then again, Reconstructing Brigid is in the running for worst book I’ve read yet. Not just this year, ever.
It’s pretty clear that I started a love affair with Christopher Moore. Lamb is most excellent, followed by Fluke. Love Nun and Bloodsucking Fiends are less worth one’s time, but still funny. Also filling the funny quota are Vowell, Crosley and Bryson: of the three, I’d most like to be Vowell, the uber-nerdy, history-obsessed MPR chick, rather than Crosley, the hip Manhattan twenty-something whose work has been published in Maxim. That’s probably just me. And then we get to the reason I keep this list: actually admitting in writing to reading a book called Island of the Sequined Love Nun left me no choice but to dive head first into Of Mice and Men. I imagine I’ll soon be picking up War and Peace to atone for the Stephenie Meyer…situation.
This has been your third-quarter summary: not the most books, but almost certainly the most pages (friggin’ vampires…) so far. Feel free to lay money down on how many more books I can cram in by the end of 2008, and how many more vampire-related obsessions I can create before then.