Reading is both my pleasure, and my bane. On days I miss breakfast or lunch or an appointment, I try to tell myself I won’t do it again, but I know I would slip up. Always have, and probably always will.
A lot of what I read comes through the recommendations of my reader/ writer friends. My to-be-read pile is a disaster in the making, doddering and high enough to scare me. I’m sure my only regret when I die would be an unfinished book, and that there wasn’t enough time to finish everything I wanted to read.
Recently, I’m reading more novels than sort stories– possibly because I’ve been bombarded on my social media timelines with must-read, award-winning novels, and couldn’t resist– especially because the Singapore National Library carries all of them.
I used to be an avid short story reader, because they take less time to read, and I can clip along at a pretty fast pace, no matter where I am.
But these days, for some reason, I can’t get enough of novels. I’ve finished Caroline Leavitt’s “Is This Tomorrow” and am now reading Sebastian Barry’s “On Canaan’s side,” after which, I have on my bedside “Steps” by Jerzy Kosinski, “The Illusion of Separateness” by Simon Van Booy, and a dozen others, all novels.
I’m looking for recommendations, short story collections– a good mix– all the way from horror and crime, to literary and surreal. I don’t know how soon I would start on them, but hopefully by next month.
What books have you read lately? Novels or short stories, which do you prefer? Why? Any recommendations for me?