I actually didn't enjoy Kavalier and Clay, which I know puts me in the minority here. I never even finished it.
Yeah, it didn't do that much for me either. And I greatly enjoyed
Foucault's Pendulum.
And right now I'm reading a D&D book on the demons of the Abyss, and a Doctor Who novel. So feel free to ignore my literary pretensions.
I'm reading The Algebraist, and so far enjoying it muchly. (I'm not very far in, but I did remember it had been discussed in here briefly before when one of the characters used the word "kerfuffle.")
The Algebraist I found slow as fuck. Still am, really. I like it, but it's not like Anansi Boys where I not only couldn't wait to get back to the book, but have fond memories of sitting in my car reading it on my lunch hour.
I will finish it, really.
I'm reading The Algebraist, and so far enjoying it muchly.
Yay, Banksian lurve! (Which, you know, usually involves glanding yourself to get nasty with some extremely improbable species, but still.)
I just finished The Algebraist a few weeks ago, and I started it last summer. I enjoyed it, but just could not get into it until the last 150 pages or so.
Fortunately, I've been getting home so late recently (and waking up early b/c of summer hours) that I can only manage about 20 pages or so before I fall asleep, so a slow read is just about perfect. I think a page-turner might kill me.
I like it, but it's not like Anansi Boys where I not only couldn't wait to get back to the book, but have fond memories of sitting in my car reading it on my lunch hour.
Brings up a good question:
What was your most pleasurable reading experience?
For me it would either be slounging around my bedroom in my early teens with a just-found used copy of
Swords Against Wizardry
by Fritz Leiber or temping at the Harvard Business School and reading all of
One Hundred Years of Solitude
at my desk and getting paid for it. (It was very very slow that month and they didn't mind.)
Wow, they're all so different. Because it's a good experience having some nice food and an old favorite...it's great when you find something new that arranges your brain, and then there are those kind that when you put them down you feel like you've been somewhere, like coming out of the movies can sometimes be.
Jane Eyre and The Lord of the Rings were both books that pulled me into them entirely when I first read them. I think the age I read them at (about twelve or so) was crucial. They were the type of books that my parents would have to take off me and hide so I'd sleep. And they still give me pleasure every time I read them, which not every book I loved at that age does.
What was your most pleasurable reading experience?
I'm not sure how to answer that. I mean, define?
Because my book collection contains a lot of reading material that is pleasurable, but not in the sense I think you mean. To be vague.
Either sitting in the car at a lakeside park reading
Me Talk Pretty One Day
with the slow build funny that left me first smiling, then grinning, then by the end of the book laughing so hard I thought I was going to puke, or that point in
Anansi Boys
where I realized I was spending all the time I wasn't reading it casting it.
(Current mental cast list: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Mos Def, and Colette Brown. It turns out to be a hard movie to cast.)