Naked Economics by Charles Wheelan
Four semesters of economics in college convinced me of one unshakable truth: economics is irredeemably boring. So when I saw the tagline to this book included the phrase “dismal science”, I approved.
I approved even more when I read the intro and the authors promise of no-graphs and no-math. So I dove in. I’m roughly half-way through, and it’s kept its promise. The narrator is witty and engaging, and I’m surprised to find myself calling it a fun read. Let’s see where that goes.
Cleopatra by Stacy Schiff
I’d like to say that I picked this book up out of some kind of noble sentiment. Perhaps I picked it up because I heard the NPR program about the book in March (April? May?), or perhaps being a literate lover of history, I couldn’t walk past the chance to get an in-depth look at this ancient Egyptian celebrity. Oh, who am I kidding?
I got the book because when I was 15, in a flash of teen genius, I named my darling cat Cleopatra. It took about a week for sanity to reassert myself and I downgraded the name to “Clea”.
Reading this book shall be a kind of penance. Learn from my misdeeds, canaries. Ye Shall Not Call Your Cat Cleopatra.
Infidel by Kameron Hurley
And lest you think that I have completely converted to the dark side, here’s a bit of the fantastic to my reading list.
I’m finding myself drawn in more and more into the world Hurley has created, despite the main character’s name (Nyx, if you must know. Nyx the ex-assassin.) and the discomfiting realization, courtesy of Amazon.com, that this is apparently the second book of a series, not the first.
Still, I hadn’t noticed from the story itself, and that bodes really good things.
And really, any book with a cover like this one will have to work really hard to put me off.
Now over to theothercanary…
Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin
theothercanary’s mom on the phone: “Hey, Meggie. Don’t forget we have book club this week.”
theothercanary: “Yep. All done with that book.”
theothercanary’s mom: “Great, see you there!”
theothercanary, after hanging up the phone: Fuck.
Ten pages into “Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter,” and I’m already miffed. The sentence structure does not allow for speed reading, and this little canary has a deadline!