This being said, there are a few novels that make me swoon. I just finished The Reluctant Fundamentalist by Moshin Hamid - it was written very differently and had me riveted to the end. I finished it in four hours. 2030 by Albert Brooks was interesting because it was nearly non-fictional. You can clearly see how we can get ourselves in this healthcare/economic bind. Likewise, The Olive Readers by Christine Aziz is a dystopian future you can logically see happening. And there are the ever-present Dune novels - you can count on Brian Herbert to continue to milk this literary cow and regardless of the terrible reviews, I will still read them, soaking in every last bit of Frank Herbert's creativity, no matter how bastardized Brian and Kevin Anderson make it.
But you know what I'm really into now? Short stories. Maybe this is because I'm a victim of short-attention-span-itis with all of the gadgets and facebook and Internet articles and blurbs and blogs. I'm not sure why, but I'm finding that short stories tell me a better story than dragging on too long with a character or story line I don't care about. I feel like I just read half of The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb because I truly did not care to read the letters of that other character. So, flip, flip, flip -- it made the book go by so much faster! Which is good, because I'm too busy reading short stories and blogging. :)
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