- Are You My Mother by Alison Bechdel
- The Best American Short Stories 2017
- The Best American Essays 2017
- The Vampire’s Mail Order Bride by Kristen Painter
- Anya’s Ghost by Vera Bosgol
- Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery
Reading: Edith Wharton by Hermione Lee, Sleeping Beauties by Stephen and Owen King, Essays- Second Series by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery, O What a Luxury by Garrison Keillor, and Are You My Mother? by Alison Bechdel
I read something last night that completely sums up my feelings about Christmas. Emerson said, “If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.” He goes on to write about how gifts should be from the heart: a painting from a painter, a poem from a poet, a hand stitched handkerchief from a girl. That sums it up for me. That I could only purchase the perfect book for each person I love for Christmas. Alas, not all of them read and there are some like my mother who reads but thinks that owning books is a waste of space and money. (This is probably why I own sooooooo many books.)
I started to feel a little overwhelmed by everything that I am reading this weekend. I pick at them all but I got to feeling like I should just dedicate myself to one and finish the damn thing. This was particularly aimed at Edith Wharton but part of my joy of reading non-fiction is how slowly I pick away at it. 10 pages/day is enough to set my brain running and stuff it full of information. Still, I have those 1500 pages I’m carrying around with me.
But look at my reading! I have a main fiction book, a non-fiction, an e-book, an audio, some poetry, and a graphic novel. Width. Be amazed by the width.
I have just under 9 hours left of Rilla of Ingleside and then I will be DONE with the Anne books and, honestly, I’m pretty fucking excited about that. I’ve enjoyed them but I am ready for a little break for catching up on Podcasts again. I am woefully behind, like a month behind on some of my weeklies. I’ll enjoy catching up. But I also did the thing. You know, the thing. I put a bunch of books on hold. Angels and Demons by Dan Brown, Fall of Giants by Ken Follett, The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan. All series that I have been wanting to dive into. But also, not really what I need to be focusing on. Perhaps I should cancel them all and start my next series like a good girl. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
One day last week I admitted to myself that I had gotten out of control again and returned all of my library books except the Keillor and the Lee. I felt cleansed. I need to cancel those holds. I bet that would feel good too. I mean, keep it simple, right? And I’m already reading 6 books at once so I’ve thrown that shit out the window long ago.
Here’s to a booktastic week, you guys! As for me, I am looking forward to making time for reading this week, as an act of rest and replenishment and utter, decadent selfishness.