Every so often I go through a stage where I'm reading a bunch of non-fiction. Seems like it's that time again--I just read Jon Krakauer's
Into Thin Air, his account of the 1996 Mt. Everest disaster, and man. That was intense. I find myself wanting to read more memoirs of mountain-climbing. It's sort of fascinating, maybe because I know I could never endure that sort of misery myself. Aside from the danger, I just really hate being cold. But I keep imagining the visuals from way up high--they must be amazing.
Now I'm reading
Go Down Together, a thorough history of Bonnie and Clyde. Interesting stuff. Their gang kind of failed at being good criminals, at first--like I told
fadingembers earlier this evening, you could almost imagine Yakity Sax playing during their earlier exploits. And it's easy to feel some sympathy for Clyde, as he was apparently raped for months during his prison stint. But I haven't gotten to the part where they murder a bunch of people yet.
This evening,
fadingembers,
pyrobovaphiliac had some tasty Thai in Nyack and got distracted by Miss Agatha, the cute little (22-years-old!!!) calico cat who lives at the used bookstore, so we nosed around there and I had to get
The Further Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: War of the Worlds. This one's probably going to be completely ridiculous, and I can't wait.