I’m not typically a reader of fiction. Nothing wrong with it, it’s just that I prefer non-fiction for some reason. Recently, though, I was looking for a book to read on my bus travels and I was all out, so Julia suggested I read Middlesex, a Pulitzer prize-winning novel. Despite it being fiction, I enjoyed it. What I liked most about it was probably its historical content: it traces a family and its offspring from before the Greco-Turkish war, spending most of its time on that journey and only occasionally returning to the present. It read more like historical fiction than a typical novel, so I felt that I was indeed learning something. I’d recommend it.
I’m now back to my old ways and reading Influence by Robert Cialdini. So far a fascinating book.