On Choosing What to Read: One Person's Dilemma

Baker or Bolano?  How to choose.

I sympathize with this dilemma.  Often, if I finish a book without a sense of what I'm taking up next  (or really its when an entire plexus of books has come to a terminus and I haven't anything ongoing in the background) I spend hours, sometimes days casting about for whatever fits the mood of the moment. The nice thing about belong to one or more book groups is that that particular problem is often solved.  Problem is, if I'm not in the mood for the book, my opinion of it tends to be more strongly negative than the book itself might warrant.

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