I officially gave up on Midnights Children when it was due back to the library after 3 renewals. That's six weeks, people. One day I will finish it, when I no longer have to lug my reading material around in my purse, thereby foreseeing my future of scoliosis with every gratuitous word. Rushdie is not shy with his words.
When browsing the library for some new material, I saught refuge in an old companion, Ian Rankin, and his reliable Inspector Rebus. I think this is my forth or fifth of these books since the summer. They are good, quick, engrossing reads. Well-written, and most importantly, Scottish. : )
But I felt that leaving the library with Rankin alone would have been a defeat. So I browsed the aisles, hoping to find something I've always been meaning to read. Admittedly, not the most efficient way to go about this, but it worked! With scoliosis on the brain, I found a very tiny book to suit all my needs -- Breakfast at Tiffany's and other stories, by Truman Capote. And what a captivating story it was. I had no idea. I was expected something entirely different. A 1950s fairy tale, or something. The movie "Breakfast at Tiffany's" was added to my Netflix queue, right after "Capote." Looking forward to seeing both.
Then, on Sunday, I had the good fortune to acquire The Namesake, which also has also been made into a movie, and quite a good one at that, I hear.
Any literature-cinema set recommendations you can recommend? Let me know! I'm all over it.