Sometimes it's tough to beat a good whodunit.
I started reading The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo early in the month, expecting a quick and relatively mindless jaunt. Now, almost at the end of the (admittedly 3 days shorter than usual) month, my jaunt has been neither quick nor mindless. I will finish it within the week, I'm sure, but it's taken a good deal more contemplation to complete than I expected.
I've never really been a big fan of the genres people are usually described as being a big fan of. Mysteries, Sci-Fi, Romances. I've always just read books. The unintended consequence of that is probably that I've sometimes avoided those aforementioned genres, hopefully more because I didn't want to be pigeon-holed than because I'm that much of a book snob.
But probably because I'm that much of a book snob.
Well, no more. (And here, once again in this blog, I should give credit to Nick Hornby, whose old column in The Believer put the first chink in my book snobby armor.) I've learned to read anything and everything I want to read. And when it's something that feels a little bubble gummy, but turns out to be engaging--even, at times, riveting--I'm going to slow down, take my time, and digest it.
I guess I owe Stieg Larsson some credit for this, too...