Every couple of
months, usually twice a year, I order a few books from an online used book
outfit. Last time I did this was in
November where I picked up a quarterscore of items. Whilst doing bills early Saturday morning –
never the funnest time of my week – I spontaneously decided to hop onto the
Interweb and almost randomly chose two more acquisitions.
First was a
stout one-volume bio of WW2, titled stoutly enough The Second World War, by Antony Beevor. Spotted it in a library a few weeks ago and
thought about borrowing it but felt I wouldn’t have time to read through
it. Well, I hadn’t forgotten it, so I
felt that must be a sign: I must read it!
Since I plan on finishing up Rick Atkinson’s trilogy this summer,
followed by Ike’s own penning of the Great Conflict, I thought Beevor’s book
might be a great Memorial Day / week re-introductory read.
Second is a
guilty pleasure. I think it will be,
that is. Found out about this book in a
book about books, specifically one spouting off about the hundred or so best
thrillers you’ve never read sort of thing.
The book referenced is called Shipkiller,
by an author I’ve never read before (Justin Scott). It’s supposedly one of the best maritime
suspense stories, and the description of it in the book about books I read
sealed the deal for me: think Moby Dick except
with a giant oil tanker. Unable to
forget that set up, I whimmed it and tossed it in the electronic shopping cart
a few days ago.
Reviews
immediate and forthcoming, as always, once I’ve fully digested the
material. But first the post man must
bring them to my doorstep.
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