For the past month or so I’ve been reading three books concurrently. While we were in Germany we picked up a copy of Ken Follet’s Pillars of the Earth, an epic tale of building a cathedral in 12th century England. This has become the bathroom book, and we each read a few pages every visit.
My bedroom book, which gets read for a few minutes every evening before going to sleep has been Joseph Heywood’s The Berkut. I finished that story two nights ago, so last night I picked up Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien, to restart the Lord of The Rings again.
And during lunch I’ve been reading electronic books. Just before leaving for Europe I finished rereading Elizabeth Kostova’s The Historian, a wickedly good take on the Dracula story. Since returning I’ve completed John Katzenbach’s Hart’s War (far better than the movie), and I’ve started The Blue Nowhere, by Jeffery Deaver.
I’m enjoying each book, and I like having plenty to read. The only trouble is keeping straight what’s happened before when I sit down with a different book. Fortunately the story lines are all different enough to help keep them separated. There are very few Hobbits hacking in the blue nowhere, and very few hackers in 12th century England. I suppose there could be Hobbits in 12th century England, but so far that hasn’t been an issue.