So anyway
Jake, my mom happened to have a copy of The Lost Symbol laying at her house and I asked to borrow it. I'm not done yet, maybe 180 pages left, but you're right, it really is a page turned. I almost missed my subway stop the other day.
Last week I finished
100 Years of Solitude. It's intense, and I kinda burned my momentum picking up that book. It's good but jeez if you're not ready to invest yourself 100% into the book it becomes a difficult read. The first 250 pages were amazing, the last 200 really dragged and I couldn't find myself caring anymore. Same sort of feeling as when I read Umberto Eco a while ago.
In February I read
Kafka on the Shore which was nothing short of amazing, one of my favorite books in a long time.
Brooklyn Follies was so so. I like Auster but this wasn't a great effort by any stretch
Caves of Steel which is one of the SciFi classics, of course.
The Metamorphosis by Kafka was eh. Yeah yeah, classic, blah blah blah. I find most of the classic work hard to get through or suicidally depressing. Consider this one the later of those 2. I think the greatest contribution to society is the line in Spaceballs referencing this book.
Wishson of Shannara which is your standard fantasy fare. I'm starting to lose a little interest here.
I Heard You Paint Houses - about Jimmy Hoffa, or rather the guy that offed him. I don't doubt that this is the real story, because it's not sensational. The book is more about the guy who did it, and more or less what brought him to that point in time. It's interesting but at the same time you realize this lifestyle is just brutally inhumane.