I was on a business trip the last three days, and I was two chapters into a 488-page novel, so it was with a sinking feeling I opened my carry-on bag on the first of my two flights that day to learn I had left the book back home by my bed.
Fortunately, I had a lengthy layover and the first airport had a decent bookstore, so I picked up Badlands by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, the latest in their Nora Kelly series - mystery/thrillers with an archaeological twist. This one dealt with a couple of mysterious deaths in the New Mexico desert involving sacred artifacts from a tribe that used to live in that part of the world. It was a good read. (Most of their books are.)
Also fortunately, buried in the bottom of my suitcase was the second book I had brought with me, and I started it today and am now over 200 pages in. This one is Chameleon by William Diehl, a thriller about a pair of reporters tracking down the world's deadliest - and most elusive - assassin. It's very well written and is definitely holding my interest, but I wish the print was a little bigger. (I can only read it with my highest-magnification reading glasses.)
And tomorrow I find out if our copy of Book 7 of the "Dungeon Crawler Carl" series has been finished by the D&D player who borrowed it, and if so it's jumping to the next-to-be-read list. (I may eventually get back to chapter 3 of my original 488-page book in October or November.)
Johnathan