Life has a funny way of running away while you’re not paying attention. It was with great apprehension that I looked at the calendar on Friday to check my work schedule. I felt that I was missing something and upon looking at the date, I realized that the month of February was nearly gone and I had nothing to say for the month, other than I worked and saw a few friends. Not to say this is a bad thing, but I also realized that I’d neglected my reading yet again. So, I set about working toward correcting this error of omission. And I believe I’ve narrowed the gap a bit, having polished off 3 books in 4 days, and picking up a fourth, Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, from the library today, despite it not being on my reading list for the month.
During the time I could over the weekend, I picked up The Limehouse Text by Will Thomas again and read. On Monday I finally reached the last page and rejoiced when I finished it. I realized that part of why it had taken me so long to read was because I found myself wanting to reach through the book and shake Llewelyn, and not just because work and life had gotten in the way. Though, overall, I quite enjoyed the book.
Then, after a short break to rest my eyes and grab a cup of tea, I picked up another book I’d received from the library, Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel. This was another recommendation from Kim. It was with great anticipation that I tore into this book. I only set it down when my eyes could no longer focus on the page. I finished the book on Tuesday afternoon with more questions than any book of late has left me with. I sat there, pondering the story’s timeline, seriously thinking about if such a thing could happen in the here and now. How I would react was the next series of thoughts to cross my mind. And finally, as I stared at the simple cover, I wondered what happened next to Kirsten and her traveling group, to Clark and his fellows, and for the people of that ruined civilization.
Wednesday I didn’t read, but I made up for that today. In one sitting, I read The Hellfire Conspiracy by Will Thomas. The fourth installment of the Barker and Llewelyn series had arrived at the library shortly before the third installment, and has sat upon my coffee table taunting me ever since I placed it there. This episode in the life of the prominent private enquiry agent and his young assistant found them dealing with an unfortunate subject matter, child slavery and murder.
I spent the afternoon reading and theorizing who may be behind these heinous acts. At the end, I was quite surprised, and excited to see that I had pegged the right person as the criminal. Few things make me happier than putting the clues together and coming out with the correct theory on who did what or how something happened.
Few books have caught my attention recently as the Barker and Llewelyn series, and now Station Eleven have. I’ve found myself drudging through Before I say Good-Bye by Mary Higgins Clark, as the beginning chapters have been rather boring to me. I’m going to try to get to chapter 10 before I make my decision on whether to finish reading or scrap this book from my list and choose another. Time shall tell, and for now, I’m not ruling anything out.