I haven't had much luck with books lately. I'm currently reading The Undying by Anne Boyer, a memoir of the author's treatment for breast cancer. She won a Pulitzer Prize for it, which reminds me of why I rarely read anything referred to as "literature," or anything critically acclaimed, or considered "lyrical." Perhaps she was influenced by her drug regimen. Or James Joyce. I'm about a third of the way through it and determined to discover the point it's trying to make*. So far, we have lots of historical references, obscure quotes, and metaphors.
*I think it's that cancer, and our medical "care" system suck.
Next (which should be a lot more interesting) I have Trust the Plan, by Will Sommer, a chronicle of the rise of QAnon.