I read Arturo Pérez-Reverte's The Club Dumas a couple of weeks ago. It was unputdownable, with a plot that ripped along and fabulous book-lore details that made it a treasure-hunt as well. When I got to the end I thought things crumbled horribly. I'm over that disappointment now; it is a carefully crafted adventure and the ending is suitable. I think I was just mad that it was over.
I had never heard of a Johnny Depp movie, The Ninth Gate, but apparently it's based on this book.
This next book: nothing really jumped up and said, "Quote me!", so I'll just pick a representative fragment.
Since I spend my working days studying trends, many of which are downright disgusting, I feel it's my duty after work to encourage the trends I'd like to see catch on, like signaling before you change lanes, and chocolate cheesecake. And reading.
