Last week (actually, I think last Wednesday, maybe, so exactly a week ago), I felt awful because it appeared that I had barely read anything in the longest time. But then when I was packing for DC (YAY!!!) Thursday night/Friday morning, I came across three more books I had read recently:
A House for Mr Biswas V. S. Naipaul (quite good)
The Forgotten Island Sasha Troyan (okay-to-good)
The True History of Paradise Margaret Cezair-Thompson (really good; maybe not the highest art, but captivating [I passed on a nap to finish the book], thought-provoking, and GORGEOUS, evocative descriptions.
The over the past few days (including on the plane to and from DC to visit E - did I say "YAY!!!" yet??) I re-read Amitav Ghosh's fantastic, amazing, love-it-so-much Sea of Poppies in preparation for reading the newly released, second in the Ibis Trilogy, River of Smoke.
Started River of Smoke last night, and already in love. Even after a thirteen-hour Sunday-into-Monday-funday (seriously - DC with E - YAY) and then a delayed flight home, and then errands, and then drinks shading into Tuesday, and a severe insulin shortage to top it all off, I STILL didn't want to put the book down and go to sleep. So great...
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