Saturday night I finished Ian Hunter’s Diary of a Rock n’ Roll Star. Friday I’d gone from page 84 to page 101 – not a lot of reading. Saturday, I went from 101 to the end (page 159).
Diary was good, but not great. The problem with publishing a diary is that it’s just a slice of life and generally doesn’t have a beginning-middle-end that the reader would like to see. Not much you can do about that, however.
I don’t know about my next book. I probably will read Robert Cialdini’s Pre-Suasion, which arrived from Amazon this week. I read Cialdini’s Persuasion about a decade ago and it was terrific.
But I couldn’t start Cialdini Saturday night. So, I thumbed Brendan Koerner’s The Skies Belong to Us before I went to bed. Skies looks like a good book. I’ll have to make a point to read it before I have to return it to the library.