I am reading The Egyptologist, by Arthur Phillips. It sounds serious, but it’s really a hoot. It takes place in the 1920s, mostly in Egypt (hence the title) around the time of the discovery of King Tut’s tomb by Howard Carter. But our egyptologist is not Carter, although he does appear. Our egyptologist is a wildly unreliable narrator (and not the only one). This book has it all history (or is it?), murder (or was it?), love (maybe not so much), pathos (ok we’re pushing it). It does have a pile of whackos in a very fun read. Recommended.
Blue Screen, by Robert B. Parker
A tough-talking whodunit read by a tough-talking Monster Woman.
Bill, Social Sciences
Armageddon: the reality behind the distortions: myths, lies, illusions of World War II, by Clive Ponting
Ponting asks the questions and investigates the issues that aren’t addressed by customary renditions of the war.
Water for Elephants, by Wendy Gruen
So far, a good book much better than her first, Riding Lessons. I’m also reading the new Harry Potter.
Born in Death, by Nora Roberts writing as J.D. Robb and The Horse that God Built: the Untold Story of Secretariat, by Lawrence Scanlan
Born in Death is part of Roberts’/Robb’s futuristic series featuring police Lieutenant Eve Dallas in 2060 New York City.
Horse that God Built is partly the story of Secretariat’s groom, Eddie “Shorty” Sweat, and a look at a little-known corner of the racing world.