As part of this year's goal of not only recording what I'm reading, but also giving myself more time to read. That includes, tackling books that I wouldn't normally consider. With that in mind, I just blew through Tana French's The Searcher. It's funny, I don't think of myself as someone who reads mystery or detective novels, but I've also read all of Arthur Conan Doyles's Sherlock Holmes short stories and novels (several times) and all of Craig Johnson's Longmire series and almost everything that James Ellroy has ever written. So, obviously, apparently I do read detective novels. On a lark I picked up Tana French's The Searcher when I was roaming around the Northshire bookstore in Manchester. I didn't realize that she had already written a number of novels, and was a quite successful author. All of this goes to show how we pigeon hole ourselves. As it turns out I enjoined the book quite a bit and blew through it very quickly, and might go back and read a couple of her earlier works. I didn't love the novel, but I liked it quite a bit, so now I have to decide whether to buy the next one of her novels or get it out of the library in Montpelier. I tend to always buy, mainly because I'd rather do what I can to support authors (even the successful ones). However, I'm also starting to consider a future overseas, and any book I read will be one I need to sort out. Anyway, I liked The Searcher and I can envision revisiting some of French's other works.
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