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Tried and True

I've grown tired of reading books that don't inspire, entertain or comfort me, so in addition to the store closing haul I'm going to stick to authors who are always keepers for me. Mary Balogh happens to be one of those few, and she just published the latest Westcott series novel, Someone to Romance, which will be my next read.

Once I finish all the others I got from the BAM closing I might reread some of my favorite keepers. Anne Frasier's Elise Sandburg novels are top of my wanna reread again list, and so is basically everything Bill Bryson and Peter Mayle have ever published.

Oddly I haven't had much luck with nonfiction lately; I'm still plowing my way a few pages a day through How the Scots Invented the Modern World by Arthur Herman, which is well-written but very history detail-dense and a bit chilly in tone. Try as I might I can't connect with this guy as a writer. I gave up on Edward Abbey's Desert Solitaire when the author killed a critter out of boredom, something that loses me instantly as a reader. Once I finish the Scots book I might reread Mark Kurlansky's Salt, which is a nonfic reread favorite of mine.

What are you reading now? Let me know in comments.

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nightsmusic said…
I've read How the Scots...but I have a vested interest. My mother was from Forfar. You really need to read Anne Frasier's Body Reader series. Give the first book a shot. I do think you'll like it. My go to's are Mary Balogh, Anne Gracie (her perfect series is still my favorite) I'm still reading Scottish police procedurals. I haven't had a lot of time, it's canning season. Today, I did 24 quarts and six pints of sauerkraut. *sigh* I'm hurting.

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