
I have recently finished the book Zoo by James Patterson and Michael Ledwidge. I am a Patterson fan from way back and don’t hesitate to acquire and read everything with his name on it. This particular book, however, I found in my local library. Before I was through the first ten pages, I realized that this wasn’t your average Patterson production. No forensic profiler, no clinical psychologist, no serial killers on the loose or gory crime scenes to investigate. None of the trademarks that have made James Patterson the highly successful writer he is. This story would be more likely to have originated and flowed from the pen of Wilbur Smith, Michael Crichton or even Dan Brown. I am surprised at the fact that this book is so far out of Patterson’s apparent comfort zone and still displays such a high level of interest and readability says a lot for this prolific writer’s ability to captivate his reading audience. Even the pictogram on the binding (a pistol depicting crime) didn’t fit the genre (some things are just assumed). Very few authors feel equally at home in multiple genres, in fact I would have a hard time naming another. Can you think of any author as versatile as James Patterson?

I have two dogs and two hundred tropical fish. None of them seem to take the slightest interest in my books. In fact the only interaction with them is when my dogs worm their way in front of the book to say that it is time for a walk; the fish don’t give them a second look. I sometimes suspect that they are all illiterate.

When I was young and an impecunious student, I had a girlfriend that worked in the book section of a W.T. Grants department store. The covers of unsold books were sent back to the distributers for credit. The books were thrown away as old paper. She would give me a chance to choose the books I wanted to read. The fact that the front cover was missing didn’t have the least effect on the literary value of the work. I don’t have any of those books anymore as almost a half a century has passed but the thought of them still bring fond memories.

Would you desert a child suffering from a cold or flu? Would you reject a loved one when they become sick or injured? Most of you would (and certainly should) say of course not. Like a child suffering with an illness, my damaged books deserve and get extra tender loving care. They give so much to me I couldn’t abandon them in their time of need.

Like Caroline I've set this year's reading goal at 150. A couple of days ago I regestered 75, putting me at the halfway point. My goals for the two previous years were also originally set at 150 but I increased them to 200. Both years I reached my revised goal and then some. I don't see this year being any different but I plan to wait a couple of months before officially revising my goal. I don't want to bite off more than I can chew.

I love the sight of overflowing book cases. It is candy to my eyes but far from the only reason for acquiring them. Books are brain food and just like a well laid pantry, a copious library is an investment for the future. One never knows when the desire to explore the world of the written word becomes an itch that must be scratched.
Tsar: The Lost World of Nicholas and Alexandra Went to a flea market this morning and bought this for .50 Euro cents.

It seems he remembers that night more fondly than she did...