This week was quite a range of different books.
I started with I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. I hadn’t read it before. Disgraceful, I know! I remember getting the book on a number of occasions but something else always looked more interesting. The lyrical prose makes this a wonderful read. And hearing about this woman’s early life from a very different era was fantastic. If you haven’t already read it, don’t miss out. I’m glad I finally got around to opening the book and actually reading it!
I moved on to Kevin J. Anderson’s The Dark Between the Stars. I haven’t read Anderson before and I was pleasantly surprised. Lots of characters so it was a little hard to keep everyone straight at first, but the short chapters kept me hooked, wanting more. The stories fit together nicely. Yes, there was a lot of willing suspension of disbelief but still a great bit of fun space opera here. I will look for the rest of the books and definitely go back and read the Saga of the Seven Suns.
I don’t know why, but David Baldacci’s The Target just didn’t interest me that much. Maybe it was the juxtaposition with two other books I really enjoyed? Normally I like him. The Robie and Reel characters haven’t enticed me nearly as much as the Oliver Stone books but they’ve moved fast and kept me reading. I got a pile from the library the other day and picked up Baldacci because I expected I wouldn’t be able to put it down. Wrong. I put it down. Again. And Again. It wasn’t un-interesting. It just wasn’t that suspenseful. Nice little stories. Probably more willing suspension of disbelief in than in Anderson’s space opera but it was okay. Just that okay. And from Baldacci, that’s a disappointment.