2 hours, 244 pages
The Journals of Eleanor Druse
This was a tv-tie in and I hoped it would have redeeming value in spite of that. It did not. It was actually worse for being one, I think, because on TV people can run around being insensitive in the name of investigation and get away with it because we are not deeply involved in their thoughts. In a novel, however, where you get passages where the protagonist is plotting how to get a suicide note away from a mourning victim (for example) this just leads to thinking that the protagonist is a horrible and odious person. And perhaps she was intended to be anyway, but, ugh. No redeeming value.
2.25 hours, 327 pages
The Good Thief
I liked this. It was fun. You know when they call movies "rollicking"? This was the sort of adventure they mean. Orphans and theives and criminals and lies and mysteries.
2.25 hours, 230 pages
Two-Part Invention by Madeleine L'Engle
This was pretty fascinating. It's her chronicle of her marriage, starting with the early years and then interleaving with the ending, as her husband dies of cancer. Aside from A Wrinkle in Time I never knew that much about L'Engle, so her spirituality here surprises me a bit, and at the same time reading about how she struggled with rejections and to find writing time and to make ends meet is not something I imagined either, from someone I perceive to be a big, famous author.
I still have about an hour left in my 48 but I think I'm pretty much done. It's been an interesting challenge. Reading is usually my procrastination, but apparently if you tell me I must read, I will fine *other* things that need to be done. I'm also a bit surprised by my reading speed -- I thought I had slowed down some with age but it still seems to be about 100 pages per hour. Nothing the start and stop times is also interesting, how when I sit around reading I apparently fall into a pattern of reading for 45 minutes then doing something else for 15 and coming back to read some more.
So, I spent 13.25 hours reading, 1290 pages, 5 books.