So I’m part-way through the 3rd Bones book. I’m loving the Andrew Ryan gets arrested sub-plot, but there’s too much of the motorcycle gang “A” storyline. Ugh. And I’m not sure how much more of the history of the Hell’s Angel’s I’m going to have to plow through to get to the good stuff. I haven’t picked it up in 3 days which isn’t a good sign in my fiction reading world. I’m going to have one more go at it today to see if I can get the plot rolling (I’m already 1/3 of the way through — shouldn’t I be there by now?)
Other books that are calling my name:
With this Ring, I’m Confused by Kristin Billerbeck — clean (christian?) chick lit
Jeff Galloway’s Book on Running, LOL. I figure reading about running has to be less painful than doing it, right?
The 4th Bones book: Fatal Voyage — whoops, just checked out the inside cover: Bones investigates a plane crash. I might have to skip that one.
ETA: Now I can’t find the book . . . hmmm, I guess I *really* don’t want to read it since I hid it from myself.