I’m still reading the book I started before covid-19 changed the world: The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, by William Shirer (1960). At 1250 pages, it’s going to take me a while.
(Last week I got a message from the library saying don’t bother to bring your books back for the time being.)
This is a particularly chilling time to be reading it, especially since it’s about a man who lied, bullied, manipulated and betrayed people, created crises, and took advantage of social disasters to put himself at the apex of power.
I also have some lighter reading going on the side. For comfort reading, I love cozy mysteries. In the end, you have all the answers, everything is put right, and justice is done. I’d call them the stuffed animals of the literary world.