(More) Books To Consider

"Working" (Robert Caro). I'm a sucker for a writer-tells-his-trade-secrets book, and that's what we have here. Also, it's significantly shorter than everything else Caro writes, and short is good (if you ask me).

"Save Me the Plums" (Ruth Reichl). I'm a fan of Reichl's titles--"Tender at the Bone," "Not Becoming My Mother"--and here we have a book with "plums" front-and-center. Reichl is talking about eating--I assume--but she's also talking about experiencing the world. "Save me the plums." Be sure I get my share. I'll do what I must to "taste" the world. (Am I overthinking one sentence? I don't believe so!)

"The Border" (Don Winslow). John Sandford says Winslow is one of the best and most-underrated writers at work today (and Sandford would know). Winslow writes sprawling, "Godfather"-esque epics about drugs and cops and deals gone wrong. I like the title "The Border" because of course it can mean many things: a literal border between countries, a moral border that is sometimes dangerously crossed, a border between two characters that may not hold. A simple but resonant title--chosen with care (I think). You could say the same about "The Force," Winslow's other famous work, which seems to allude to a police force, but obviously could also refer to forces of good and evil, forces of change, and so on.

Those are three new ones on my radar! Which books are calling out to you these days?

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