Remember the campy, old Batman TV series? Where Adam West always seemed to do this Shatner-esque acting moment like the one above. Ah, good times, good times…
So, I can’t seem to read just ONE book at a time. I have to read a bunch of them…a few pages of this one, then on to the next one, back to that one and on to another. Maybe it’s a sort of book attention deficit disorder?
Edited 6/11/08: OK, this isn’t working out here so I created this blog site to record the books I am currently reading. Sound boring? It is. But it’s really just for me to keep track. If you are curious as to what I am reading, though, by all means do check on it.
**This week, 6/2/08, I am adding:
Suck It Up by Brian Meehl
Sand in My Bra and Other Misadventures edt. by Jennifer Leo
Child of a Dead God by Barb and C.J. Hendee
Here’s what I’m reading this week, 5/23/08:
Memory Boy by Will Weaver
Sleeping at the Starlite Motel and Other Adventures on the Way Back Home by Bailey White
The World Without Us by Alan Weisman
The Great Piratical Rumbustification by Margaret Mahy
Adam of the Road by Elizabeth Gray
Faith and Betrayal: A Pioneer Woman’s Passage in the American West by Sally Denton
Ever by Gail C. Levine
Mountain Rescue Doctor: Wilderness Medicine in the Extremes of Nature by Christopher Van Tilburg
Three Hands for Scorpio by Andre Norton
The Fog Mound: Travels of Thelonious by Susan Schade and Jon Buller
Mutts III: More Shtuff by Patrick McDonnell
Harry the Poisonous Centipede by Lynne R. Banks
The Geography of Bliss: One Grump’s Search for the Happiest Places in the World by Eric Weiner
And that’s just what’s upstairs…
Photo from Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University
I’m afraid Three Hands for Scorpio sucked. Big time.
I got so sick of the dialogue I quit half-way through.
You are so right…Boy, was it a stinker! Here is the sentance that made me quit reading on page 14:
“Thus affairs stood until the Tenth Day of Non in the year of Gorgast Six when our world began to be wrung, then wrung again as a goodwife twists new-laundered cloth…”
Blech.
Far too overdone.
Have you tried any Will Ferguson? He’s the Canadian version of Bill Bryson, and I’ve been finding his travel-oriented work interesting and amusing. I’m currently reading “Hitching Rides with Buddha,” which is a quiet work, but really provides an interesting portrait of the Japanese. Another really enjoyable travel-esque book that I think might find funny is Chuck Thompson’s “Smile When You’re Lying: Confessions of a Rogue Travel Writer” which I thought was pretty darn good. Very twisted, too … which is probably why I liked it! And of course, I have to recommend Joe Queenan. He is a god, pure and simple. That is, if you like a really cynical, snarky, bastard of a god. What can I say, but I’m a true believer.