I rarely if
ever blog about fictional books I read for pleasure, but here is an exception.
You might
really enjoy Gray Mountain, by John
Grisham. It certainly commanded my attention;
I devoured it in two days – and I’m a slow reader. All the while I read, I often wondered
if I had made a mistake in not going to Stanford Law all those years ago. If I had, I might have had a glorious and
praise-worthy career as a militant environmental lawyer – and maybe even
moonlighted as an eco-terrorist on the side.
And this from a geologist, one who always has had a soft spot for useful mining
and its hard-working practitioners.
Apparently
this book didn’t get very good reviews from real critics. The wrap on Grisham is that he doesn’t do
females we.. The chief protagonist in
the book is female, and she seemed fine to me – but then I’m no literature, and male besides.
