My shelves are filling up with library books again, which is a shame because I have so many choices that I just can’t commit to reading any of them. I need a very special book, I think, to kick me back into the reading habit. Perhaps one of these will do?
Mr. g, by Alan Lightman. I am embarrassed to admit that I have no idea how this ended up on my holds list… a search of Google Reader brings up no mentions and, I mean, it’s not like I get my news anywhere else. So… yeah. But I know why it’s on my list — this is a novel about the creation of the universe (a universe?) as told by the dude what created it. It promises to be a little… heady? Philosophical? Fancy-pants?… but I’m definitely intrigued to see how this goes.
The Bookman, by Lavie Tidhar. I actually cataloged the book that comes after this one, Camera Obscura, and was intrigued by the cover (which is similar to this) and the description of a steampunk London and a locked-room murder. I’m not sure if it’s necessary to read them in order (it doesn’t seem quite like a sequel thing), but, I mean, it’s got the word “book” in the title. I’m not going to say no.
Books Burn Badly, by Manuel Rivas. I mean, again, look at that cover! I love covers. And titles with the word “book” in them. And yes, I was like, “A book about books? Sold,” but then I looked at the back and I guess it’s not really about books. It has a book burning in it, though, which intrigues me, and is actually about the Spanish Civil War, which I know almost nothing about and therefore should look into. And while I’m not really a historical fiction buff, if you wind the story around books and hidden libraries (see The Book Thief), I’m in.