I have two places to find books when I want to know what to read next. It was strange to me that in those two separate places I found first Moriarty and then Holmes, two books I adored.
1. My Mother’s Kindle
A while back, my six-year-old dropped my electronic book. This is what I read with most nights. I love the way I can lay in bed and flip through the books if I need to or play solitaire on occasion. The light turns off on its own when I drift off into sleep, saving me the trouble of turning one off or burning up flashlight batteries.
My generous mother gave me her old device after the dropping disaster, and now I have a library of someone else’s books at my finger tips. Some of them are odd things her book club assigned. Others are wonderful treasures I might never have found without her Kindle’s help.
Recently, I fell into a delightful story called The Chaperone by Laura Moriarty (no relation to the fictional character).
In this story, a thirty-something woman chaperones a young starlet named Louise Brooks to New York City in 1922. The chaperone has trouble with Louise but is also on a secret mission of her own to discover her past.
The book covers so much of the era in a compelling storyline that drew me in and revealed secrets I didn’t even suspect in the character’s lives. (This makes it a challenge to write about since I wouldn’t want to spoil any of those surprises for you.) Most of all I admired the way the characters stood up to the social norms of the day or found ways around them rather than conforming. Their rebellions didn’t always work out, but I sure cheered them on through all the pages and the ending came out reasonably well for them all.
2. My Booklist
Whenever someone tells me of a book they read and loved, I whip out my phone and write it into my Evernote program. Then when I am at the library, desperate for my next book to curl around, I pull up the list and request it or track it down on the shelves.
This is how I found The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, or On the Segregation of the Queen by Laurie R. King.
If you like Sherlock Holmes, you may well love this one like I did. King took the years of Holmes’ beekeeping retirement and turned them into an apprenticeship of a the young woman protagonist who matches him in wit and intelligence. I am ready to request that next book in this series just as soon as I make it further on my booklist.
I only have one thing to change about this system of finding books: I need to write the names of those who recommend the books next to the titles so I can thank them and, of course, talk about the book.
I’ve forgotten who recommended King’s excellent work so now I can’t do that. I’ve even made the mistake of gushing at someone about my latest find when she was the one who told me about it in the first place. Sheesh!
May you find great books wherever you go-