I’m visiting my parents for a few days, and I took a break from my usual reading (of late, anyway) and picked up Playing for Pizza by John Grisham.
Like most Grisham books, it’s a good, quick, easy read. Unlike most Grisham books, it has nothing to do with the law or criminals. My personal theory on Grisham: worth reading, but not necesssarily worth owning. This is made easy for me, since one of my siblings got my dad hooked on his works a couple years ago. He owns them, and he gladly lets me read them. The one exception to this theory was The Innocent Man, his only nonfiction book and one I could easily see myself coming back to again. Some virtual friends — including Mrs. Chili — are reading The Innocent Man for their book club this month.