After my last haul from the library I took the librarian's advice and suspended many of my book requests. But then I requested more. Reading book blogs is dangerous because on some days I pick up ideas from as many as half of them. In the case of My Porch, where I find I want to read eighty percent of the books Thomas mentions, I can sometimes add half a dozen a day to my various lists. He has recently listed his favorite 80 books by women and 105 books by men, by the way, and you might want to go take a look.
So here I am again, with a tall pile of juicy-looking books. Some of the titles in previous piles have gone back to the South Hill Branch as I've finished reading them or they have failed the 50-page test. Others were borrowed for reference rather than reading and have served their purpose (Salinger books.) But many of them are smiling at me from across the room so these new books have a lot of competition.
The Man Within by Graham Greene (1929). As you know, I like to read the books of an author in chronological order. This is Graham Greene's first published novel. My plan stumbles on his next two books, which are hard to find and expensive to buy because the used copies are all First Editions, there never having been another edition of either since they sold only about 1,000 copies each: The Name of Action (1930) and Rumour at Nightfall (1932.) But this earliest novel may be worthwhile.
The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan (1678). I've tried to read this so many times with very little success. Well, with no success really. But the online book page I read every day is undertaking to read a quirky list of The 100 Best Novels and I plan to read along with them and this heads the list. So I'll give it another try.
Friends, Lovers, Chocolate and Espresso Tales (both 2005) by Alexander McCall Smith. I began both the Isabel Dalhousie and 44 Scotland Street series but I don't recall where I stopped reading. I think I've read both of these but I want to check to be sure before I take up the next volumes and find I've skipped one.
A Man Lay Dead (1934) by Ngaio Marsh. Again, I'd like to read the Roderick Alleyn mysteries in order and this is the first. I had slowly acquired almost all of Marsh's mysteries and lost them all in a small flood we had in our basement. But I still want to re-read her. She writes so very well.
You'd Better Believe It (1985) by Bill James. I can't recall why I wanted to give the Harpur and Iles mystery series a try.
Catching Life by the Throat: How To Read Poetry and Why: Poems from Eight Great Poets (2008) edited by Josephine Hart. The book is accompanied by a CD on which noted poets like Auden, Eliot, Kipling, and Larkin are read by noted voices like Edward Fox, Ralph Fiennes, Roger Moore, and Harold Pinter. This is a treat. Sort of like apple pie after the Brussles sprouts of JD Salinger.
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters: Seymour -- An Introduction (1963). Speaking of JD Salinger. I may or may not re-read it.
The Apprentice (2002) by Tess Gerritsen. Another mystery series that I started, this one while visiting my sister. I came home and lost track of what I had read. The detectives are, incidentally, Rizzoli and Isles.
Oryx and Crake (2003) by Margaret Atwood. I do not like Margaret Atwood. I've read three or four of her novels and didn't like any of them a bit. But Thomas at My Porch (see above) has recently raved about this first book in Atwood's Maddaddam Trilogy so here I am giving her another chance. Trying to wipe my mind clean of her previous works and my attitude towards them.
Dog Sense (2011) by John Bradshaw. I've just been reading Cat Sense and learned so much about cats that I figured I should give dogs equal time.
Paths to the Absolute: Mondrian, Malevich, Kandinsky, Pollock, Newman, Rothko, and Still (2000) by John Golding. I'm still in pursuit of a third-grade knowledge of art. I chose this book because Rothko is included.