I realize that Goodreads is now the place where I track the books I'm currently reading and have read for the year, but I haven't blogged about it recently (okay, haven't blogged much recently in general) and it's one of my rotating topics still, so I will do a bit of reportage.
To the left of my normal chair in the family room is the stack of current books. Truthfully, I have a few books by the nightstand, too. Okay, truthfully, I have books everywhere. One can never have too many books, right? So says the writer. But I digress. The books next to me at this moment are:
1) How to Write a Movie in 21 Days, by Viki King. I'm about halfway through this one, on the revising section. It's a good book, but it intimidates me.
2) War and Peace, by Leo Tolstoy. I'm reading this as research for the book I'm in the preliminary stages of writing. I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would, but I also have to say it's not exactly what I expected it would be. It's kind of like a weird mix of Jane Austen and Rudyard Kipling...
3) The Gamble, by Thomas Ricks. This one is for work. I've read it before, but we used it for a course recently, and I felt I had to reread it. It's okay, but I think it gives a simplistic view of why and how the Surge took place in Iraq.
4) Goodbye, Columbus, by Philip Roth. My daughter had to read this for her writing class in college, and I have a goal of reading everything they give her to read in her arts and humanities classes. So I'm reading this. It's kind of boring. D. didn't much care for this one, and I can kind of see why. But I'll finish it, if only to say I've read some Philip Roth.
5) Cobra II, again a book for work. It's interesting, so even though there were only a few sections the students had to read, I'm reading the whole thing. Slowly. I keep getting sidetracked with other reading.
6) Team of Rivals, by Doris Kearns Goodwin. This one is also for work, although I'm the one who assigned it for my course, which is "hot" right now. I assigned one chapter, but I'm reading the whole thing. Just because. This one's interesting, but kind of dense reading.
7) The Call of the Wild, by Jack London. Speaking of dense reading, this guy packed more words into "62 pages" than just about anyone I know. It takes me an hour to read 18 pages. My son is reading this for English class, so I purloin it on a daily basis to read it. Boy, is this one depressing...I'm not much into reading about animal cruelty. But I've gotten to the part now where he's with the good owner, so there's a bit of a reprieve. Sort of. And I lie--this one is not next to me at the moment. It's probably tucked in a backpack as we speak.
So there you have it--a report on all the truly active books on my shelf right now.
More another time--