I've struggled a bit with books over the past week- I DNF'd three nonfiction titles (straight on to the "sell" pile, too, so no going back) and started some new things. And bought some new things, but I'll do a new-on-the-shelf post soon.
I started reading A Horse Walks into a Bar, by David Grossman, after finishing Ripley Under Water, which was a treat. This one is too and it's also darkly humorous but in a less murdery way.
On the bedside I'm settling down with Arika Okrent's In the Land of Invented Languages, about languages that people have made up- Klingon, ASL, Esperanto and so forth. It's fascinating and entertaining and just what I needed to break me out of my slump.
I'm also reading a chapter a night of The Golden House, by Salman Rushdie, whose narrator I really detest but I'm trying to pick through the circumlocutions to get to the plot, and when I can it's great.
At the gym I'm continuing with Jane Austen at Home by Lucy Worsley, a fun and informative entry into this year's pile of Austen nonfiction commemorating the 200th anniversary of her death.
That's it for me this week, but that's enough. What about you?