I've been reading a lot of Cormac McCarthy books lately. I've read Blood Meridian Or The Evening Redness In the West, No Country for Old Men, Cities of The Plain, The Corssing, All the Pretty Horses, and The Road. i have Sutree, and plan on reading it this summer...
Before the hollywood movie (27hours) was released I picked up "Between A Rock And A Hard Place" by Aron Ralston. I HAD to read it before the movie came out. I heard about his story briefly a few years back and forgot all about it. It's absolutely one of the best books I have read to date. If you are into the outdoors/survival, or inspirational/moving stories then read it.
Currently Im working on "Water For Elephants". Heard of it through word of mouth, and curiosity got me when I stumbled across it in the store one day. Every minute free that I have Im reading another chapter.
Dragging this out of the dust bin to let everyone know I'm re-reading The Gunslinger, again. I don't know how many times this makes now...
The first paragraphs always gets me. It's like I'm there, which is exactly what a good book should do...
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
The desert was the apotheosis of all deserts, huge, standing to the sky for what looked like eternity in all directions. It was white and blinding and waterless and without feature save for the faint, cloudy haze of the mountains which sketched themselves on the horizon and the devil-grass which brought sweet dreams, nightmares, death. An occasional tombstone sign pointed the way, for once the drifted track that cut its way through the thick crust of alkali had been a highway. Coaches and buckas had followed it. The world had moved on since then. The world had emptied
The gunslinger had been struck by a momentary dizziness, a kind of yawing sensation that made the entire world seem ephemeral, almost a thing that could be looked through. It passed and, like the world upon whose hide he walked, he moved on. He passed the miles stolidly, not hurrying, not loafing. A hide waterbag was slung around his middle like a bloated sausage. It was almost full. He had progressed through the khef over many years, and had reached perhaps the fifth level. Had he been a Manni holy man, he might not have even been thirsty; he could have watched his own body dehydrate with clinical, detached attention, watering its crevices and dark inner hollows only when his logic told him it must be done. He was not a Manni, however, nor a follower of the Man Jesus, and considered himself in no way holy. He was just an ordinary pilgrim, in other words, and all he could say with real certainty was that he was thirsty. And even so, he had no particular urge to drink. In a vague way, all this pleased him. It was what the country required, it was a thirsty country, and he had in his long life been nothing if not adaptable.
Below the waterbag were his guns, carefully weighted to his hands; a plate had been added to each when they had come to him from his father, who had been lighter and not so tall. The two belts crisscrossed above his crotch. The holsters were oiled too deeply for even this Philistine sun to crack. The stocks of the guns were sandalwood, yellow and finely grained. Rawhide tiedowns held the holsters loosely to his thighs, and they swung a bit with his step; they had rubbed away the bluing of his jeans (and thinned the cloth) in a pair of arcs that looked almost like smiles. The brass casings of the cartridges looped into the gunbelts heliographed in the sun. There were fewer now. The leather made subtle creaking noises.
His shirt, the no-color of rain or dust, was open at the throat, with a rawhide thong dangling loosely in hand-punched eyelets. His hat was gone. So was the horn he had once carried; gone for years, that horn, spilled from the hand of a dying friend, and he missed them both
Well, since July, I have read all 5 books in the Song of Ice and Fire series (Game of Thrones is book 1), and I've been so cooked mentally from reading the 5,000 pages that I've been reading books with my 11 year old daughter. It's pretty cool, gives us time to sit and talk about we have in common, kind of like a two person book club. We've read the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins and The Throne of Fire by Rick Riordan. Both are pretty good reads even for 'tween literature.
Next up will be a re-read of either The Lord of the Rings or possibly Stephen King's It.
I just finished reading Dave Ramsey new book. Something everyone should read. All credit cards are put up. Almost done paying them off. Jeep, bike, and student loans left to go. I don't have a house but will be paying it in cash when I do. What I have on credit now is it for life.
Currently reading Killer Elite.
I think he's got some good things to say, but I disagree about saving to pay cash for a house. That was our plan until I sat down and ran the numbers one day. The ENTIRE time you are saving money you are paying rent to live somewhere else. It makes no sense at all to spend $1000/month renting something while you save money to buy something that you could be making a payment of $1300/month on. That rent money is thrown away, you will never get it back and you will never have anything to show for it. Even though you are paying interest on a loan for a house, at least you have something, however small it may be, to show for every single payment you make.
Originally Posted by OregonTJ
Aces High, the story of the top 2 combat aces of WWII. They flew P38's in the pacific theater......
That book is awesome! The author does a great job of highlighting the lives of Bong and McGuire and contrasting the style of each. You should also check out Calculated Risk by Ed Cole (Doolittle's copilot) and War's End by MGen Charles Sweeney (the only man to fly on BOTH atomic missions).
Originally Posted by Peepers
I can't say much about the isaac bell stories because I haven't read any of them, but the Kurt Austin books are not bad for a once through, although I also really like "The Oregon Files"That didn't come out right. They are almost like a mix of dirk pitt and the better parts of a tom clancy novel. Heavy duty fire power is always a plus.
I have enjoyed all of the Cussler series so far including the Bell books. Dirk Pitt is my favorite, but I can get through any of them pretty easily.
Right now I'm reading Air Power and Ground Armies. I don't remember who wrote it.
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