Reading Arthur Phillips

I've had The Egyptologist on my shelf for years - I greatly enjoyed Arthur Phillips' first novel Prague and picked this up shortly after finishing it. I've started reading it several times but have never been able to get more than twenty or thirty pages in, even though I adore the premise of multiple unreliable, deluded narrators. That being said, I finally got the urge to really dig into this one last week and watched a number of documentaries on Egypt through Netflix to really spark my interest. Then, when I finally went to the shelf to grab the book I realized it was missing. A week later, a thorough overhaul of my bookshelves, car and every bag and surface in my condo and the book still hasn't turned up. Who knows where it has run off to, but I've got a new copy on order from a small bookshop up the hill and will be reading this next week when it comes in. For the time being, I picked up a copy of Phillips' newest book The Song is You and will try to polish that up in the meantime.