I just finished reading The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson.
The ending was way better than the beginning. Really proud that I finished this one - nonfiction's not my typical genre. The middle was hard for me to get through. On many occasions, I found myself barely resisting the temptation to skim the architectural sections of the book to hurry to the sections about "H. H. Homes". I did learn about architecture and I'd honestly never heard about this fair before. I appreciated Larson's narrative voice in this matter. It was interesting to see parts of my everyday world woven into the history of this fair, their origins in this forgotten World Fair. I yearned for a bit more on the serial killer side of the tale, but I guess that's what made him so great at being a serial killer. He didn't leave too much behind.
The ending was way better than the beginning. Really proud that I finished this one - nonfiction's not my typical genre. The middle was hard for me to get through. On many occasions, I found myself barely resisting the temptation to skim the architectural sections of the book to hurry to the sections about "H. H. Homes". I did learn about architecture and I'd honestly never heard about this fair before. I appreciated Larson's narrative voice in this matter. It was interesting to see parts of my everyday world woven into the history of this fair, their origins in this forgotten World Fair. I yearned for a bit more on the serial killer side of the tale, but I guess that's what made him so great at being a serial killer. He didn't leave too much behind.
