Good Sunday morning! The sun is shining, and it feels like spring may really someday arrive.
*Cue nor’easter just because I said that, right?*
Anyway, my post’s title this week is only to say that I’m halfway through two books but didn’t finish a complete one this past week. So I don’t have a FULL recommendation for you, but I have a start on a couple good ones, and one of them is even non-fiction. Who would have thought? 😉 I’ll start with that since it’s so out of character, no pun intended.
The Bully Pulpit: Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft, and the Golden Age of Journalism by Doris Kearns Goodwin, is a fascinating, in-depth depiction of the life and times of two of our presidents at the turn of the century. It’s a story of two very intelligent, powerful men, within the same party, who became friends but then ended up opposing each other in the 1912 election because of various political differences. Their fractured friendship split the party in two, resulting in a victory by Woodrow Wilson. I’m at the point in the book where they are still close comrades, and it’s hard to even picture what went wrong, so I’m excited to keep reading. Buyer Beware: If you think the title is long, it’s got nothing on this book, which clears the 900-page mark. It’s a very good read so far; just don’t plan to read it over a weekend.
The Dark Tide, by Andrew Gross, is another action-packed thrill ride that is great so far. I’m listening to this one as I drive around New England and New York, and the pace of the book is even faster than the crazy drivers I encounter. In this story, an explosion goes off in NYC’s Grand Central Station, and Karen Friedman’s life turns upside down. Her husband was on that train, and Karen spends the next year grieving and looking out for her children. But then some men show up and want the “$250 million dollars” that her husband took…and then some men threaten her daughter, again about the money…and then Karen sees her husband on a video taken immediately after the train crash…and then she discovers the safe-deposit box he opened several hours after the train crash, complete with a fake passport and tons of cash. Needless to say, I can’t wait to finish this book, because this promises to get really good. Hell hath no fury and all that.
So I hope these two “halves” have given you something to think about for your next read. If one of them ends up being totally awful, I’ll let you know, but I’m far enough into both of them that I think they’re going to be time well spent. I wish you a wonderful day, and ’til next week, happy reading! 🙂
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