This week has been the perfect storm but in a more perfect way than that’s usually meant. First, I went to B&N and picked up two books that looked FANTASTIC (and were). Then last thursday, my neighbor and I had a date to go to the nearby independent bookstore (<3 Literary Life) and I ended up buying four more (no self control). Then last Sunday I stopped at the library to give back some books I had finished and they had a SALE. On USED BOOKS. So I bought 2 (for $2!).
I already had books from the library. today, five more came in that were on hold. And my neighbor loaned me one that she bought from LL last Thursday.
I have a gigantic, wonderful, amazingly eclectic pile of books in front of me. And I love it. But it’s a little bit insane.
I have the following:
- Dragonfly in Amber, Diana Gabaldon (time-traveling Scottish romance book #2)
- The Writing Life, Annie Dillard (beautiful prose about…writing beautiful prose)
- Letters to a Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke (I’ve read it before and I’ll read it again)
- American Pastoral, Philip Roth (it won a Pulitzer and Roth is on my omg-you-haven’t-read-anything-by-him?! list)
- The New Rules of Marketing & PR, David Meerman Scott (for work/looked interesting/title is self-explanatory)
- A Million Little Pieces, James Frey (drug addict narrates in drug addict style)
- Everyman,” Philip Roth (it was $1 and see above re: self control)
- Caught in Crystal, Patricia C. Wrede (I DEVOURED her “Dragons” quartet about 80 times from 3rd-12th grade and it didn’t occur to me until about last week that she might have written other books)
- The Professor and the Madman, Simon Winchester (history of the Oxford English Dictionary. It sounds fascinating to me and I know that makes me a complete dork)
- The Motorcycle Diaries, Ernesto “Che” Guevara (no, I haven’t seen the movie, and no, I don’t want to)
- The Art of War, Sun Tzu (my boss talks about this book all the time and I’m almost 100% positive he’s misquoting so I figured I should read it so that I can be a smart ass at a later point)
- Voyager, Diana Gabaldon (time traveling Scottish romance book #3)
I think this entry pretty much explains about 80% of why my life is insane. It’s pretty self-inflicted. But the question still remains: what do I read first?!
edit: for those of you who can do math (not so much me), two of the books I bought were Goon Squad and Olive Kitteridge, which I have since read.