Let's see. I finished These Old Shades by Georgette Heyer and Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. And about that last: While I was interested in the first two sections (Eat (of course) and Pray), the book fell apart in the final third for me. The author goes off to Bali to find "balance" in her life (oh, would that we could all jet off to foreign destinations when we're "out of balance"). But in the end it turns out that she falls in love with a Brazilian ex-pat and the story devolves into a paean about the glories of sex with this guy. Um. OK.
Now I am in the midst of another one of those books that everyone seemed to like at the time it came out. I'm late to the party on this one: The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. So far I'm not terribly impressed, though I know it was almost universally well reviewed when it came out.
I also picked up Hillaire Belloc's Essays of a Catholic to read, but I'm only on the first essay.
