I have just spent a couple of days reading Wool by Hugh Howey- it was a book group choice, I knew nothing about it, had not read reviews or been recommended it. Running at 561 pages I crossed my fingers and hoped for a good read.
I was not disappointed.
I neglected a fair amount of stuff so that I could continue reading – went to bed far too late.
I found it quite unputdownable.
A true dystopian, as opposed to zombie led ones. The opposite of Sir Thomas Moore’s Utopia and the genre spawned by such.
This is a story of hundreds of years of living in a huge underground silo. Over a hundred levels of humanity. At first, all seems well. The population wait patiently for the day when they can leave the silo. For the world to cleanse itself of the poisons outside.
The world of deception and lies is slowly unravelled and, for me, the tension and anticipation grew at just the right pace to keep me turning those pages. I laughed, cried, chewed my lip, and worried equally. I found the characters real and, whether good or bad, they were well drawn and believable. The heroine – great – my kind of heroine. Feisty and intelligent. Also a natural born rebel.
Such a good book and then I find there are two more volumes to read – well how good is that:)
Musing Mondays is a weekly meme that asks you to choose one of the following prompts to answer:
- I’m currently reading…
- Up next I think I’ll read…
- I bought the following book(s) in the past week…
- I’m super excited to tell you about (book/author/bookish-news)…
- I’m really upset by (book/author/bookish-news)…
- I can’t wait to get a copy of…
- I wish I could read ___, but…
- I blogged about ____ this past week…
THIS WEEK’S RANDOM QUESTION: How do you choose the books you read?
How do I choose a book to read? I haven’t really ever thought very hard about it.
There are some titles which just leap into my hands like
The Hundred Year Old Man who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared by Jonas Jonasson – what’s not to intrigue in that one.
Or The Remarkable Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce
Or Gaiman’s, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
I wouldn’t really care what genre if the title grabs me.
Then there is I suppose the cover. All I know is what puts me off so much I won’t even read the blurb. Pictures of ‘sexy’ men with six packs, temptress women, hair flowing and more flesh than covering. Anything with a vampire on it. I don’t like the pastel ‘sweet’ pictures that I associate with chick lit. There are not many covers I object to. Apart from those mentioned.
The blurb will tell me if the premise of the book is appealing. Then I may read a couple of pages to see if the style inspires confidence.
Many new finds and enjoyable reads have come about by recommendations from friends or even, on one or two occasions, complete strangers:)
Of course, there is a host of authors, already known to me, that I will comfortable reading their next publication with no second thoughts.
I enjoy books from almost every genre.
A new author excites the most – the chance to find a new author, a stunning story, an imagination which thrills, to experience new sensations, to live in another life.
After so many decades I don’t often make a mistake in the choosing. Sometimes I am surprised, in book groups, I have often read away from my comfort zone and found something to appeal in a book I would not have picked up myself. A good reminder that an open mind is necessary.