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My running list of books I want to read might currently be upwards of 150. ...Oops?
Exchanged where late the sweet birds sang for a copy that wasn't missing a page and was SO HAPPY to find it had dropped in price by $6. Accordingly, I picked up another book - Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse - which is an anthology of short stories including some by George R R Martin, Octavia E Butler, and Orson Scott Card. I'm silly amounts of excited.
I finished where late the sweet birds sang and liked the last half of the book much more than the first half. I love it's themes and messaging, but it feels to me like it ought to have been a much shorter story. The settings are meticulously and beautifully detailed, but most of the characters feel interchangeable (intentionally, I think) and some whole lines of plot feel utterly pointless (unintentionally, I presume). I'm glad I read it and I will probably keep it, but I'm far more likely to pull Alas, Babylon or Earth Abides off the shelf for a reread than this.
On to the anthology! So stupidly excited...