Over the weekend, I finished reading Catch 22. I typically read this once a year, but it’s been a few years since I last read it due to events. It was great to be back on Pianosa and feel the feelings and chuckle at the life of Yossarian – whose experiences remind me of my own (though much less fatal).
I had bought The Martian a few weeks ago with some Christmas money and it’s been sitting on a dresser. Waiting. The book club read it ages ago. Not that it matters, since I’ve not been to book club for a long time, but I knew it was a pretty good read. The family got home Sunday evening and I was very grouchy, so Sam let me go upstairs to read. I picked it up, thinking I’d have a week or so of reading.
Well, I went and read the whole thing last night. This book was crazy good! Immersive. Info-dumpy without feeling info-dumpy, and realistic – all things I know people have said before. I obviously enjoyed the heck out of it. But now I don’t have anything to read! I do have a copy of Don Quixote sitting around, but I can’t get into it. So I need a new book! It’s hard to find a good book.