Clive and I have a pseudo book club. He and I read the same books; so far I’ve read (he’s read almost all of these as well) in the past five weeks:
Find Her, Keep Her, Anne Marie Winston (SUCKED HORRIBLY)
The Gift of Fear, Gavin DeBecker (Informative)
1/3 of Broken Wings, VC Andrews (Horrible, again)
Fear Nothing, Dean Koontz (Good and creepy!)
The Visitor, Lee Child (Good, but dislike the writing style)
Mystic Rive, Dennis Lehane (Good)
High Fidelity, Nick Hornby (Just as good as the movie)
The Partner, John Grisham (Good!)
By the Light of the Moon, Dean Koontz (Good!!!)
He and I occasionally read the same book at the same time, and we each rotate between using the computer/reading every day. Right now we’re both reading Sacred by Dennis Lahane, and it’s really good. He and I are both “verbal” readers, so when something happens in the book, a great plot twist for example, we’ll gasp or exclaim something similar to “Ohhh my goodness!” Usually I’ll say, “Clive! Don’t ruin it!” because Clive has ruined one part of a book for me, saying that I would have found out the twist (and I quote) “on page three, or something.” It wasn’t until page 106 that the part that he’d spoiled had been solved. Trust=broken.
After we’re both finished reading the book, we’ll say “can you believe it when that happened!?” “I liked [this] about the book.” “Discuss.” It’s fun! I really want him to read The Partner because it had such a good plot all the way through. He’s not interested.
We get our books from the only thrift shop on the island, the Red Cross, for $.25-$.75/novel. It’s great! I assume, however, that the amount we read will decrease significantly when I come home with my brand new laptop.
