In the past two years I have probably read more books than I have my whole life. I always have a huge stack of library books to read and I'm almost always in the middle of 8 or so books, excessive, I know.
Awol on the Appalachian trail by David Miller
I have always been a sucker for survival type books and movies. While this one isn't necessarily a survivor type story it was similar to one. This hiker starts in Georgia and ends in Maine. He meets all these different types of people alone the way. But does he make it to Maine unharmed?
Goa Freaks: My Hippie Years in India By Cleo Odzer
I read this book over five years ago I think. But I remember a bit about it and that I liked it, which says a lot because I probably couldn't tell you what I ate yesterday. The author has a bit of waterlust in her I'd say and she ends up moving to India and has all sorts of adventurers.
Gideon's gift by Karen Kingsbury
I just finished this one last week and had I not been reading seven other books it would be a quick read. Which sometimes is just what I want. To me a measure of a good book is if makes me cry. I am not a weepy person. This book, momentarily made me a weepy person. It's about a girl with cancer and a homeless man that isn't the kindest of people. This was my first Kingsbury book I've read and I think I will probably be reading some more of hers.