Generally, I would say fiction consumes fifteen to twenty percent of my reading attention. I aspire, always, to read more fiction, but in practice, I read what I read, and it adds up to a relatively small proportion of what I read.
This weekend, I read Disclaimer, a haunting first novel by Renee Knight. Oddly, the book found its way to me via a route of which I’m not quite aware: it showed up in my e-reader after my (apparently) having put a hold on it at the library. I have no memory of having done this.
Ironically, the book itself begins with one of its two protagonists finding herself inexplicably in possession of a book, a book about which she knows nothing, but which she reads, and which upends her life.
I won’t say much beyond this: it’s a compelling, good read. I tore through it and was sorry to reach the end.
Good to know. I already had it marked “to read” on Goodreads. This increases my motivation to do so sooner rather than later.
Based on your (indirect to me) recommendation, I listened to this in pretty short order. I’m a sucker for British accents. I was even looking for excuses to ride long distances in the car or walk eight miles. I’m not usually a thriller reader; not a huge fan of the genre. This one was different and, the story was written/told extremely well. Liked it better than the last thriller I read, a current blockbuster. Thanks, N..