Ages and ages ago, I started reading (or re-reading) two books, neither of which I ever finished: Truman and The Secret Battle. I let the latter fall by the wayside simply because I wasn't enjoying, or perhaps it's better to say that I wasn't finding it as meaningful, as I had the first time I read it. The former is a formidable read, and I started it a couple of times but never got more than about 30 pages into it before setting it aside and moving on to something else.I have of late taken them both up again. Truman came up in conversation with the person I have temporarily hijacked it from, who reminded me that it gets better after you get through the distant Truman family history, so I gave it another go. I'm now about 160 pages in and enjoying it immensely.
The Secret Battle is one I just couldn't quite give up on. I had thought so highly of it when I read it in college that I couldn't believe my own change of heart about it. I am pleased to say that my sentiments now remind me much more of the first go-around I had with it.It has been interesting, and a bit confusing, to be reading two books about a guy named Harry which take place (at least in part) in theater during World War I. In case you are wondering, both Harrys comported themselves honorably.
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