One Word: Stash



About time for a binge. . . 
though I've already read 
The Girl Who Played With Fire.

I just finished
The History of Love
and have 
The Lacuna in the "next" position.

What are your favorites right now?

Comments

Bagman and Butler said…
Oh dang...I'm not sure I've got one. Reading a book and restringing and playing with either the guitar or the banjo are both sitting to be putup on my to do list as soon as I find something else to put down.
August 10, 2010 at 5:19 PM
Miss Kim said…
I'm really enjoying The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet by David Mitchell. It's a historical romance set in the late 1700's when the Dutch were trading with the Japanese. I'd really recommend it!
August 11, 2010 at 2:12 AM
will said…
The Forever War. by Dexter Filkins (a New York Times correspondent)... about Islamic Fundamentalism, the Taliban, Iraq and Afghanistan.
August 11, 2010 at 8:15 AM
mouse (aka kimy) said…
loved, loved, loved the lacuna

read the girl who played with fire in a record breaking 36 hours last month - need i say more

just finished the people of the book, latest bookgroup read - brooks never fails to please and amaze

now reading the gaudi key....enjoying it although not at the same level of adoration of the last two books


ah so many books, so little time
August 11, 2010 at 8:14 PM
Sam Brightwell said…
ah, Meri, you know this is a love that I share with you.
But I seem to have waned in my reading habits this year. I started "The Lacuna" in June, and it still sits on my nightstand, only half-read - not like me at all.
The last thing I really enjoyed was "We are all made of glue".
Do let me know how you get on with Ms Kingsolver's novel. To me, it's just not as good as The Poisonwood.
August 13, 2010 at 12:41 PM
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