How I came to be reading a biography of Warren Buffett

One of the greatest things about reading is that you never know where it will take you. Fiction leads to nonfiction. Nonfiction leads to fiction. Light reading leads to heavy reading. The combinations are endless. Thus, I was playing catch-up, trying to read the articles of interest in the issues of Time magazine that I’d gotten behind on. A fairly recent issue contained an article on Warren Buffett. He’s always struck me as someone who was relatively enigmatic. I’d read various editorials he’d written, and seen him interviewed on Charlie Rose, but I didn’t really know anything about him.

In the course of the article, there was a reference to a fairly recent biography of Buffett (not the first) written by Alice Schroeder. The title of the book was The Snowball: Warren Buffett and the Business of Life. The anecdote in the article seemed interesting and so, as is my wont, I checked to see if the book was available on Kindle, which it was, and promptly downloaded it and started reading. I set aside A Dance with Dragons to make room for this book and I have not been disappointed. It is a long book, and I’m only about a quarter of the way through it, but it is readable and interesting, and has introduced me to areas of knowledge (stock trading and high finance) about which I previously knew very little.

It has also been encroaching on my daily golden age reading, I’m afraid, putting me a little behind where I should be. I thought that staying home with a sick little boy today would allow me to catch up, but I found that when I’d pick up the March 1942 Astounding and read a few paragraphs, I just put it down a few minutes later in favor of another chapter from the Buffett biography.

Such is the life of an avid reader, I suppose.