It won’t be House of Sand and Fog, that’s for sure. She almost speed-read through the last 50 pages, asking herself how these characters could be so stupid. It was tragedy with a capital T.
She always knew Kathy was sketchy. How did she know? Because Kathy was always smoking. Who does something like that?
And her boyfriend the policeman has a mustache. Who trusts a policeman with a mustache, in this day and age?
Someone is probably going to die.
And then, self will be reading, on Christmas Day, either:
- In Cold Blood by Truman Capote, the true story of the murder of an American family — classic self has never read
- The Executioner’s Song by Norman Mailer, an extremely thick book (1000 pages) of the life of a career criminal named Gary Gilmore
This is very light reading, so it is extremely appropriate for this season of light.
And then, the first novel by Malaysian writer Tan Twan Eng, The Gift of Rain.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.