A few days ago I finished reading “The Book Thief” and have been trying to decide what book to read next.
My Short list (in order of preference):
- El Obsceno Pájaro de la Noche/The Obscene Bird of Night (been thinking of giving it another try)
- Catcher in the Rye (nope, never read it)
- Nickle and Dimed (how I’ve been feeling during this tax season)
- Random Family
- Son of a Witch
But then I remembered that Daniel had read a few months ago a book about running. Back when he bought it, I thought “yuck, how boring!” Even now, I have to admit, I have my doubts as to the entertaining value of a book whose title is “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.” I mean, come on. What’s up with that title, anyway? But Daniel swears by Murakami so I decided to give it a go.