I love to read, especially fiction and, for lack of a better term, "small history" - not analyses of large events like wars and kingdoms, but close examinations of specific phenomena. For example, I really liked "The Worst Hard Time," about the Dustbowl. Just a few days ago I finished "Patient H.M.: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets," which details the history of psychosurgery in the US. With respect to fiction, Haruki Murakami is my favorite author.
But enough about my relatively intelligent reading habits. For every virtuous book I read, I toss off three or four volumes of lighter fare. I am a sucker for mystery/suspense and related novels, some of which are fairly formulaic, though I console myself with the idea that my favorites are the more literate, original, authors, like Peter Temple and Ruth Rendell. I adore the comic aspects of Liane Moriarty, and although her books are pretty light, I think she's gaining a bit of depth with her latest, "Truly Madly Guilty."
After killing a number of Kindles in a short period of time through bad luck, clumsiness, and evil cats, I have managed to hang on to Kindle #5 for about six years or so.
