So, I’ve spent a good bit of my spare time this summer with my nose in a book—nothing new in that. Generally, my luck in picking good reads isn’t as good as it has been the last few months. I’ve read no less than six great books in a row:
- Gods Behaving Badly by Marie Phillips. If you’ve ever wondered what happened to Zeus and the gang from Mt. Olympus , this book is a must read. In addition to being very clever, it’s wicked funny.
- Hell to Pay by George Pelecanos. Gritty, smart, edgy. One of the best pieces of detective fiction I’ve read in awhile.
- Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy O’Toole. This might be one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. Take that, intellectual elitists.
- White Noise by Don DeLillo. Another smart, funny ready. If you’ve ever experienced an airborne toxic event, had a twenty minute conversation about what rain is, or thought about death, this book is for you.
- Dubliners by James Joyce. Simply amazing. I think I might have to go back and read all of the books that were assigned to me in high school and college that I didn’t read.
- Middlesex by Jeffrey Euginides. Lovely, romantic, and incredibly creepy all at once. And I’ve loved every word of it.
