Current Reading

I haven't had much luck lately in chosing books. I keep picking things up and putting them down once I reach the halfway point. Among the latest casualties, Andrea Anshworth's misery memoir Once in a House on Fire and Crocodile Soup, the debut novel by Julia Darling. They were both certainly well-written and, in theory at least, exactly the sort of book I love, but they just didn't grab my attention. So I decided to try something very different, a rambling novel written by an American male. I settled on Richard Russo's Nobody's Fool. So far, so good.