Books

I just finished the book, "In the Place of Last Things" by Micheal Helm. It was promising. Lagged a bit in the middle and then had what I would consider a sad ending. Things happened in the book but mostly inside the main character's head. You know how some books can be so sad and yet have a thread of hope throughout. This one seemed sad and hopeless. There was no real conclusion. You didn't find out in the end if everything was going to be all right. Or maybe it was just the mood I was in.

Before that I read "The Book of Stanley". It had potential, an interesting idea, but disappointing in the lack of depth.

Before that I read "The Book Thief". This one was great. This one was a book that I was sad to finish, one that I wanted to hold on to. The characters still live within me. How do authors do that?

I'm in the middle of "The Shock Doctrine" by Naomi Klein. I put it aside for awhile because it makes me angry and feeling impotent. I wish she didn't just state the problem but had solutions.
Maybe that comes later.

I picked up two books off the library shelf today. One is called The Preservationist by David Maine. It's about Noah and the Ark. Promising so far. The other is by Ann Patchett, author of "Bel Canto", which I thoroughly enjoyed, sad but with that thread of hope I seem to need. This one is called "Run".

I just ordered "Saturday" by Ewen somebody, can't remember. And I ordered "Water for Elephants" which has 78 holds on 6 copies or something like that. These last 2 come highly recommended by friends who have always had good picks.