I forget where I saw it talked up. I think it was USA Today. With a name like Books: A Memoir,I didn’t need much encouragement. I am a lifelong bibliophile and eagerly placed my name on the waiting list at the library. As soon as I finished Seaview Inn, the book which I had been reading, I dove into Books. The first few pages offered hope of entertainment, hope of a shared passion with a kindred spirit. By the end of chapter 1, McMurty had slipped into a "I found this book at this store, I bought it, I sold it, a book like it later sold for $$$$" mantra that bored the socks off of me. For a bookman and author of fiction Larry McMurty came across as a surprisingly shallow, dead letter sans living spirit, kind of guy. I gave up by page 60.