I’m often embarassed by the paucity of fiction books on my shelves. I don’t know why I care. But while many I know suck down the latest Oprah book or books at the top of bestseller lists for weeks, like The Kite Runner and anything by Nicholas Sparks, I find out about a new Andrew Jackson biography and I’m distracted again to a non-fiction wasteland where I can discuss what I’m reading only with my former history teacher.
I like what I like, but I’m trying to correct for this. When I picked up our most recent book club choice, I spotted a few fiction gems on a buy 2 get 1 free table, so I took advantage of the deal and got Angela’s Ashes and Olive Kitteridge.* Now a colleague, staff editor Robin Watson, has recommended The Gargoyle by debut novelist Andrew Davidson. But don’t think this in any way is enough to round out my to-read list. So, suggestions welcome.
*The third, I must admit, was this.