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A few weeks ago we piled some unprocessed laundry in our library. I’ve barely been home in eight weeks, and so yesterday I finally got into the library and started sorting and washing. (There’s something so pleasant about drying clothes on a line. Not that I have a clothesline in my library. But whatever.) At one point, I took a short break by the bookshelves. I’ve been g-r-a-d-u-a-l-l-y logging my books into LibraryThing, so I took this opportunity to jot down a shelf-ful of ISBNs to input later.
Maybe I ought to be ashamed to admit this, but there were several books at arm’s-reach that I’ve never read – never even cracked the cover. I’m a bit of an obsessive book collector, and there have definitely been times in my life when I’ve bought books just because they looked intriguing and (::blush::) would look pretty or (::double blush::) intellectual sitting on my shelf. (Hey, I was a dormy for a few years there. If I couldn’t intimidate suitemates with a string of suitors, I could at least intimidate them with a shelf full of weighty tomes!) Anyway, the point is that even among a selection of twenty or so books, there were at least half a dozen books that were essentially brand-new to me.
And I’m not ashamed. I’m excited.
On teh intrawebz, bibliobloggers are always and forever signing up for reading challenges. I’m always tempted, but I know that that kind of structure doesn’t jive with my reading habits. I am a wayward and fickle reader, bouncing from book to book, sometimes reading ten or so books at the same time. It wouldn’t do for me to write a list of BOOKS I AM GOING TO READ THIS YEAR/MONTH/SUMMER because I could never know in January what books I’d want to read in August. New books cross my path, and I am diverted, like a cat who chases a butterfly until a dragonfly catches its eye. (I might, under duress, be able to draft a list of BOOKS I AM GOING TO READ THIS LUNCH BREAK… but only in pencil.)
But this is the summer of living simply, and I think that may mean that it is also the summer of unread books. I don’t need to spend any more money at the bookstore (or the library, because let’s face it, when have I ever turned a book in on time?) when I’ve got a veritable bookstore of my own just down the hall.
Last night I pulled out The Boilerplate Rhino: Nature in the Eye of the Beholder, a “creative nonfiction” book, and read a few essays. I’ve been reading Sebastian Junger’s Fire, also a book of creative nonfiction; it’s one of those books that makes you exclaim “Wow!” and “Whoa…” as you read it. Rhino is much the same, but on a much lighter – and funnier – level. It was a nice mental break from the stressful subject matter of Fire, and I have to say I’m looking forward to reviewing the pair of them soon.
There were several other tantalizing books on those shelves, among them The Magician’s Assistant and The Time Traveler’s Wife. I’m not usually one for reading BOOKS THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS READING, but maybe by now it’s okay to give these two a try. (Did I mention that I’m wayward?)
So… no list of BOOKS I PURCHASED CAPRICIOUSLY, SHELVED, FORGOT, AND AM NOW GOING TO READ – but I’ll keep you updated on those that do end up on my nightstand. Stay tuned, and wish me luck! I’m going to need it to keep up my non-book-buying willpower. 🙂
This comic kind of sucks, because it’s about my sister and me. She’s the one depicted with dark hair. Obviously it’s not really about us – I’m in no way acquainted with the artist – but it is, nonetheless.
::Shrug:: At least I’ll have a cool place to spend spring break, though, right?
I’ve come down with some kind of nasty head cold, complicated by my pre-existing allergy symptoms, which means that I am one sick puppy. I would dearly love to treat said illness with copious doses of reading in bed (I’m starting that Captain Kidd book and owe a review on Old School) and discussion of plot points with my poodle. Not an option, unfortunately… I’ve got a book to finish. Twelve of them, actually.
figure out dimensions for boards cut 24 boards measure and cut cover material cover the boards affix the text blocks
- find (hopefully at home) endpapers and affix
- drill holes in boards
- attach chains
- number edition
- write a 5-7 page explication
- do laundry
go see the visiting locomotive before 5 PM
My enormously awesome sister found (clipped, and laminated) the Best Comic Ever for me. I found it online and have to share. Why? Because I love it THAT MUCH. And no, I did not edit so much as a name nor a hair follicle. It CAME THAT WAY.
Yesterday morning I got ready for work and, at the appropriate time, stepped out of my house. It had rained in the night, and a few light raindrops tapped my shoulders as I walked to my car. Another rainy morning. That morning’s rain was different, though. It had a different smell, a different color to it. After months of gray rains, this rain smelled green.
It was the dawn of the new moon.
Looking at what I blogged about that day, you can tell I was in a spritely mood, but you can’t tell that I felt as though I’d been shifted a tiny bit. If my soul had been in Spot X for the past few months, it was now listing two degrees to the left. A tiny seismic – psysmic? – shift.
The word of the day on Tuesday was “empyrean,” the highest heaven, paradise, a realm of pure fire or light.
All day long, I felt as though I were humming – not in terms of song, but like a tuning fork, long moments after you strike it, at that point when it seems silent to humans but still sends dogs scurrying for cover.
I am reading the most extraordinary book, and I’m going to tell you all all about it, but not just yet. I promised myself I’d get past the halfway mark before evangelizing. And that’s remarkable, don’t you think? I’ve been reading this book for over a month now, and I’m not even halfway through it. It isn’t a long book, but it’s deep – so deep I can’t see the surface any longer, but that’s okay, because the surface is really the bottom and I’m swimming down, down, down for air.
It wasn’t until late on Tuesday that I realized that it was the vernal equinox. Ad vitam paramus.
I turned my sister into a harbinger of doom so she could model what I’m looking for in thisOAL project. It was a lot of fun….