I have misplaced my copy of Interview With The Vampire. I think I left it at the warehouse last week, which means it's probably either gone, or sitting on the horror shelf there. It's a bad idea to bring ones own books to a warehouse filled with books.
So instead of reading that this morning, I started reading Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said, by Philip K. Dick. This is not my first time with this book, it was literally just the first thing my hand touched as I was running out the door. Had I been an inch in either direction, we would be talking about Edmond Dantes instead.
I really love this book. It's decidedly science fiction, but it reads like noir. I guess that's by design. It makes me want to read Hammett. Which I probably will at some point in the near future.
Oh, I finished The Martian. It was great! Which is...succinct. But it really was great! I don't have much negative to say about it. That's not to say I have nothing...near the end, I felt like there was never really any danger. Once the big plan was in place to save Mark Watney, it seemed to go off without a hitch; I never felt any tension at the climax of this book. But that being said, I felt satisfied with the way it ended. I liked Mark, from the first page. From the first line. I found him to be charming, and funny. I was happy to see it all work out for him. There are some tense moments, but they are almost the forgettable parts of this book. The more memorable parts are Mark's small triumphs. As I'm sure it's meant to, this reads like a "sailor adrift at sea" story, which I was really in to for a while recently. And it didn't disappoint in that regard. Overall, it was really a solid read. I tore through it in a couple good reading days, it's not a difficult book at all. I'm anxious now to see the movie.