Lindsey as Reader

After getting my first Kindle for Christmas 2009, I stopped buying physical books. Call me a Philistine, but I couldn’t in good conscience add to the 6,000 books in our library! The floor was already threatening to give way! I didn’t want to end up one of those recluses eventually found moldering away in my room, drowned in paper when the ceiling caved in on me.

So now my ever-growing TBR pile is virtual. I’ve recommended books to friends to Facebook, and now I want to share with readers some of the books I am reading (always have at least two going at a time) or will be reading in the next few weeks.

What I’m Reading Right Now

  • Grey Mountain by John Grisham. I am enjoying the rural setting of southwestern Virginia (Appalachians). Grisham’s views on the pernicious effects of strip mining on the environment and the communities in the Appalachians are clear throughout the entire book.
  • Cascadia’s Fault: The Coming Earthquake and Tsunami that Could Devastate North America by Jerry Thompson. After the 2004 Sumatra earthquake and the 2011 Japanese disaster, I got interested in learning about other threats around the Ring of Fire. The Cascadia subduction zone seems to be a loaded gun — it amazes me that people don’t know more about it.

Next Up

  • Written in My Heart’s Own Blood by Diana Gabaldon. Dedicated Outlander fan here, so of course I have been waiting for this one ever since I finished An Echo in the Bone three years ago and screamed, “How can you leave us hanging like this???”
  • Mr. Mercedes by Stephen King. Even though nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever top The Stand in my opinion, I’m always excited to start a new King book. Some of his books are just awful — it’s hard to believe that the execrable¬†Tommyknockers (NO LINK!) followed Misery, one of the best books ever on the inner life of the writer — but some of them are pure genius. I’m one of those who thinks that he excels at shorter works: Ur, Mile 81, The Green Mile, “Strawberry Spring” in Night Shift. ¬†And never did he write more powerfully than in his essay, Guns.