One might think that with its wealth of treasures, the Metropolitan would be a prime target for New York's superpowerful crooks.

34.

The Marvel Comics Guide to New York City by Peter Sanderson- I bought this a while back as a possible gift for a friend that loves comics as much as he loves New York, but never got around to giving it to him. For some reason, I thought it would be a good book to read before a trip to Chicago. A strange travel book, it doesn’t really work, but is mildly entertaining.

But when you stand up there, all cheekiness, it doesn't give us much encouragement, you know.

35.

Cocksure by Mordecai Richler - Bookclub Pick! I just don't think I get satire from other times. I found this book boring and mildly offensive. Its only redeeming quality was it was short.

He avoided looking at the sheeted figure lying on the bed.

36.

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie - I saw this discounted in a bookstore and realized I didn't have any money. A week later I went back and got it. I had never read Agatha Christie and boy was that a mistake. Its a little dated but that lady was twisted.

Returning to the slaughterhouse with a cast on his left hand...

37.

Facing Ali by Stephen Brunt - I have been on a real Muhammad Ali kick lately. I heard quite a bit about this one years ago and thought it might be very interesting. A whole bunch of Ali's opponents were interviewed about their thoughts of the Greatest Of All Time.

I'll hope that's not a metaphor.

38.

The Bricklayer by Noah Boyd - Read this one because of work. Pretty good action-adventure thriller starring ex-FBI agent, now bricklayer, Steve Vail and his dealings with the nefarious Rubaco Pentad. Pretty disposable, but not a complete waste.

One of the drinks on the tray will be a Pink Lady.

39.

The Natural by Bernard Malamud - Baseball!! Yup, baseball season has started, so I read a classic of baseball fiction. I remember seeing the film on a ferry as a kid, but I think I saw it more than once. The film has a heck of a lot more magic/mythic qualities. In the book, Roy Hobbs is a whole lot more of a douche. Still, who doesn't want a bat named Wonderboy that was carved out of a tree cleeved by lightning?