What does it say about me that I haven't read any of the books on the NY Times list of great books of the past quarter century?
I thought about reading Cormac McCarthy's Border Trilogy once. On several occasions I've held Toni Morrison's "Beloved" (the ultimate winner) in my hands, contemplating a purchase. But I've never read Philip Roth, Richard Ford or Don DeLillo and I'm sure I have no other reason other than I wasn't compelled. And I'm still not compelled.
My reading habits, much like my music-listening habits are quite eclectic. I'm a big fan of the little-known authors, the ones who don't create a stir but quietly go about their craft. Currently I'm reading David Guterson's "Our Lady of the Forest."
I recently returned with a collection from Sister Jen's Lending Library, including:
"Wide Sargasso Sea" by Jean Rhys
"Henry & June" by Anaïs Nin
"The Birth of Venus" by Sarah Dunant
"A Widow for One Year" by John Irving
And I add those to my stack that already includes:
"The Queen's Fool" by Philippa Gregory
"Any Bitter Thing" by Monica Wood
My reading is kicking into overdrive as it does from time to time, typically when I'm thinking about writing something different. Hmmmm...