At The Candy Counter

My beloved boyfriend occasionally teases me that I read too many boot-to-the-head books. It’s true that I read a great deal of non-fiction; my thirst for learning is constant. I do enjoy a good novel, but I tend to focus on “quality” novels rather than mass market or serials. I made a list of all the award-winning fiction since the contests were established (Pulitzer, Booker, etc.) and have slowly worked my way through. Some I like, others I don’t. I’ve discovered that I am not a connoisseur of the short story — not enough there. In any case, the boyfriend recently suggested for the umpteenth time that perhaps I ought to incorporate some light works into my reading diet. Then a client mentioned P. G. Wodehouse, of whom I’ve heard for years but never pursued. He was recommended as an “author for a rainy day,” except that he’s prolific enough that one needn’t save him for just that. So I gamboled off to the web and came across a list of works so big that I’m having trouble choosing. If you’ve ever read his work, I welcome suggestions as to what book to pick up first.

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One Comment on “At The Candy Counter”

  1. Denny Says:

    I guess I’m like you. I’ve never enjoyed light reading much. I guess my idea of light reading would be Dickens.