By accident I found a nice review of The Last Track online. I guess that means I’m still alive. Margot Kinberg says it better than I can, so check out her review.
In other news, I survived Hurricane Irene. Compared to much of NJ, my town weathered the maelstrom easily–less than 16 hours without power. Not too shabby. Also, half of the outage occurred overnight, so it didn’t feel like a hardship. Not when my employer only got back online Thursday night.
Really the “downtime” was welcome; it allowed an opportunity to finish reading a book that had been crowding out the bookshelf for too long. The ending wholly redeemed all the narrator issues that slowed down the story; I’ll read another entry from the author.
Right or wrong, I have a strict one book at a time rule. Occasionally this is a painful course of action; not every book hits a home run. Nor should every book, really. But I’d rather take a little longer finishing something challenging than leave a trail of half read books all over the apartment.
Besides, some authors really do pull it out from the drink in the last mile.