The vast majority of the books I’ve mentioned as part of The Great Book Purge are books that I am not keeping. Maybe I read them at some point and loved them, but they didn’t work for me upon re-read. Or maybe I hadn’t ever read them but bought them based on an appealing blurb or someone else’s recommendation. Or maybe I was just hoarding the books. (There could be a publishing apocalypse of some sort, resulting in a dearth of new books, y’know. Oh, wait, the self-publishing and P2P mess of the last few years is a publishing apocalypse of sorts.)
Over the weekend, I weeded a few books more from the mountain of books still occupying my spare room. But one of them is going back on the shelf: Steve Kluger’s My Most Excellent Year. I read and enjoyed Kluger’s Almost Like Being in Love a few years ago, and ending up buying a hardback version of this book afterward. Why didn’t I read it sooner? I like Kluger’s epistolary style very much — it lends itself to print much better than e-format IMO — and the use of baseball in the plot. The voices of the narrators (14 years old) were a little more mature than strictly believable but it’s fiction so….
I’m not sure what’s next. Maybe a couple Sharon Kay Penman historical mysteries? Or a Sebastian St. Cyr book? I have an autographed copy of Where Serpents Sleep from RWA a few years ago that I’ve never managed to read. I’ve got a bunch of Silhouette Bombshells that I keep meaning to get through, too — written by Ruth Wind, Evelyn Vaughn, Rachel Caine, etc.