When we moved into our 'new' (circa 1850's) house last fall the previous owner left us hundreds of books (God bless her, she knew I fell in love with all the bookshelves in the house and offered to leave us the books she'd already read).
Then, our next-door neighbor (who is also a voracious reader) donated 3 boxes full of books she'd finished... I'll never be able to justify buying another book... it'll take me the rest of my natural-born life to get through all of them
(and I am DETERMINED to read as many as I can -- one more item on my 'things to do before I die' list).
Anyhow... I was ankle-deep into the biography of Eleanor Roosevelt when I realized I needed something alittle more... 'fluff' for the summertime (and a paperback that would fit in my motorcycle sidebag) .
I never thought I'd be a fan of Anne Rice (aka the Tom Cruise/Brad Pitt vampire flick -- dang, what's the name of that movie), but I picked up "The Witching Hour" and CAN'T put it down!
It's like a gazillion pages long, but I'm already half way through it and it's fascinating (good ol' Annie, she's quite a talented storyteller). It's about the Mayfair family (of 'witches') in New Orleans and tells their story all the way back to Scotland, France, and Haiti in the 1600's through to present day... by page 5 I was HOOKED!
Lee