This past week, I went to Cape Cod for vacation. The airbnb we stayed at was filled wall to wall with books of all sorts. Over the door, up the staircases, and in all the rooms, there were books stashed about boat racing, insect catching, antique grandfather clocks, a professional mixers menu from the 50s, and so so many more. Naturally, I couldn’t help myself but take this environment and do with it what I do best - escape into a Christie novel. This time I chose Murder on the Links. An easy to read Poirot mystery with several twists and turns, with a satisfying (if not sort of predictable) ending. After that, I finally dove into my first Camus, The Stranger. I expected this read to require more effort, as many classics so frequently brought up in psychological and philosophical discussions do, but it was such beautifully smooth read. The story was linear, the characters straightforward, and all very easily ingestible. It’s amazing to me such a simple book could have so much to say, but it really does and does it so well.
