I’m so proud to report that I’ve finished reading BLEACHERS, one of the non-legal thriller novels of one of my favorite authors, John Grisham which had been sitting on my bookfshelf for a couple of years now. I got a wake up call to finally get going with reading it because if I’m counting right, I’m three books behind when I am usually one of the first to read his new releases, and he just released THE APPEAL. (I have yet to get my hands on PLAYING FOR PIZZA and THE INNOCENT MAN.)
I’m still torn between getting the books and catching up or making good on my resolution not to get any new books until I’ve read at least six of the dozen or so books gathering dust on my shelf. (I sort of broke that already when I picked up Max Lucado’s THE CHRISTMAS CANDLE on an after-holiday bargain books rack which I’m reading right now, and which, by the looks of it I will be done with by tonight.)
Random House provided this synopsis:
High school all-American Neely Crenshaw was probably the best quarterback ever to play for the legendary Messina Spartans. Fifteen years have gone by since those glory days, and Neely has come home to Messina to bury Coach Eddie Rake, the man who molded the Spartans into an unbeatable football dynasty.
Now, as Coach Rake’s “boys” sit in the bleachers waiting for the dimming field lights to signal his passing, they replay the old games, relive the old glories, and try to decide once and for all whether they love Eddie Rake – or hate him. For Neely Crenshaw, a man who must finally forgive his coach – and himself – before he can get on with his life, the stakes are especially high.
It’s not your typical Grisham because none of the major characters are lawyers and there’s nothing legal at all about the plot. But this particular work reminds me of how Grisham can stir emotions as he did with THE TESTAMENT and THE PARTNER.
It’s a very light read, and while not as rivetting as his previous works, Grisham gives us the entertainment we look for in this uncomplicated story.
I have been hoping to continue cataloguing (sp?) my mug collection but it’s not one of my priorities right now. Besides, I still feel bad about breaking one of my mugs, and it hurts that it was one of the newer ones from Alan’s trip to Phoenix. It somehow slipped from my grasp as I was bringing it to the kitchen sink. It fell on the carpet so only the handle was shattered, but the mug was nonetheless broken. I don’t want to dwell on it because I don’t want to get obssessed with getting a replacement.
There is still no Starbucks in Belgium, so the last trip saw no new addition to my collection. =(
I’ll get over it.