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I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
Currently reading
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Seas
The Spirit of the Border
Ramona the Brave (Ramona, #3)
The Underground Man (Vintage Crime/Black Lizard)
Delilah of the Snows
Mrs. Miniver
Betsy-Tacy Treasury (P.S.)
A Christmas Carol
The Way Some People Die
Envy of Angels
Cinnamon Kiss
Interestingly, this book takes up where the previous one I had read left off. So, we're still in the 1960s, 1966 to be exact. The LA cops are still hideously racist, as seem to be most other white people in the story. I wonder if things have improved in the ensuing 40+ years? I read this book as an escape from the horrors of Native Son. It's actually an interesting yarn and includes hippies in this one. Hippies were just getting under way in those days, although I didn't actually know about them until a year or two later, when I was in grad school in Cambridge, MA.