I started a really good book, David Grann's Killers of the Flower Moon, which is about real historical murders.
The problem is that it's depressing to read, because it's about the murders of Osage in Oklahoma within living memory, and even if it were about like, them adopting puppies or triumphing at sporting events, there's unavoidable historical context baggage that's definitely upsetting. (Also, I don't really deal well with suspense. I had to stop reading LOTR like 3 times and go do something else the first time I read the Shelob's lair scene.)
When I started this book, I was reading a couple of other books at the same time in between chunks, but I ran out of stuff I'm into in my immediately accessible (digital) pile of stuff to read. (I'll have to go back to my list of books to read and track down how to buy more of them, and in the meantime I'm running out of fanfiction too.)
The problem is that it's depressing to read, because it's about the murders of Osage in Oklahoma within living memory, and even if it were about like, them adopting puppies or triumphing at sporting events, there's unavoidable historical context baggage that's definitely upsetting. (Also, I don't really deal well with suspense. I had to stop reading LOTR like 3 times and go do something else the first time I read the Shelob's lair scene.)
When I started this book, I was reading a couple of other books at the same time in between chunks, but I ran out of stuff I'm into in my immediately accessible (digital) pile of stuff to read. (I'll have to go back to my list of books to read and track down how to buy more of them, and in the meantime I'm running out of fanfiction too.)