Such riches.

I have read several books while at the beach, including No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy, which was as wonderful (well, wonderful doesn’t seem quite the right word about a Cormac McCarthy book . . . how about wonderfully written) as the movie had led me to expect. Speaking of the movie: It was very faithful to the book and, I think, an excellent adaptation. The book gave us a little bit more of the sheriff’s story, and I enjoyed the depth that it gave his character. I did hear all of the sheriff’s words in the voice of Tommy Lee Jones, but that didn’t take away from the book at all. When I saw the movie, I thought a lot about good and evil and chance and violence and hope, and the book fleshes out some of those questions even more. If you liked the movie and haven’t read the book, definitely give it a shot. (Though now that I have read two Cormac McCarthy books, I am probably not going to do any more. They are pretty brutal.)

Cormac McCarthy is considered by some (including Mike) to be the greatest living American author. I moved from his book to Saturday by Ian McEwan, who is considered one of the greatest living British authors. (And before that I read a work by the author who comes in tops on that list. Wow!) It’s not going to replace Atonement as my favorite of his novels, but I love how he takes one day and uses it as a microcosm of one man’s life. His writing is so controlled, no words out of place as the story builds and builds to the breaking point. It’s an exercise in writing just to read his novels. And both of those books, together? Well, I am thankful to have the time to read them like that, back to back, on consecutive days. Such riches indeed.

(I like reading young adult novels, but it sure is nice to take a break from them, too.)

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