I recently joked to someone that if my to-be-read pile were
to topple over on me, I’d be killed. That was truly a joke because I don’t dare
stack all my books-to-be-read in one pile. For one thing the ceiling isn’t tall
enough. For another, if I piled them all in one tall pile, the one I would want
to read next would for sure be at the bottom of the pile.
Sometimes I look around my house in despair: How in the
world did I get this huge collection of books? Even if I had time only for
reading, I wouldn’t be able to read all the books waiting in my stacks.
Sometimes I talk sternly to myself, saying I can’t buy any more books until
I’ve whittled down the pile. But then I’m doing errands and I pass a bookstore.
Ooo, I’ll just pop in for a minute and see what kind of bookstore it is (you
see? I can think of any excuse to go into a bookstore). And once I’m in….oh,
there’s a book I’ve been meaning to read. I’ll just buy that. Oh, wait. What a
nice cover on this one. And what do you know? It’s by someone I had intended to
read and hadn’t gotten around to. Oh, here’s another one….the cover isn’t very
appealing and the name sounds silly. But I’ll just take a peek inside. Nice
paper, and what a lovely readable font. Look at that sentence. Smooth and
lyrical and with a sense of dread. Whoa! This woman can write! I’ll add this to
the stack. That’s only three. I can read those in no time at all…
And then a well-meaning friend comes for dinner, thrusts a
book at me and says, “I just finished reading this and you have to read it
right now!” And I want to read it because she loved it.
Then you get the books that come winging your way to be
reviewed or blurbed “if you have time in your busy schedule.”
And then there are conferences with their delicious book
bags. I open the bag. Oh, what a relief! Two of these books I wouldn’t read on
a bet. They aren’t my style at all. I mean look at this first sentence! It’s
ridiculous. Although, I guess it does kind of have a thrilling start. I’ll just
read a little more. Hmm, maybe I’ll keep this one. But the other one? Forget
it! I mean….
It doesn’t help that I read both fiction and non-fiction in
many areas. Okay, I have to confess I’m not very interested in the lives of
monks….except for The Name of the Rose, of course, and oh yes, the writing of
Priscilla Royal—exquisite. But I really am not interested in the history of
mid-century modern furniture. Oh, wait. Look at that picture of the chair. I
wonder what it says about it…
A book junky is a book junky. And I have no interest in
kicking the habit. Here are some books I have read in the last year that I
highly recommend:
Time Hallinan’s The
Queen of Patpong, and Crashed,
three novels by Catriona McPherson, Rhys Bowen’s latest in her Lady Georgiana
series, M.P. Cooley’s Ice Shear
(makes me shiver to think about it), Rob Brunet’s hilarious Stinking Rich, Anonymous-9’s even more
hilarious Bite Harder, Jim Ziskin’s No Stone Unturned (Can’t wait for Stone
Cold Dead), Allen Eskin’s The Life We
Bury, Roger Hobbs’ Ghostman,
William Kent Krueger’s Ordinary Grace
(there’s a reason he swept the awards this year), Taylor Steven’s The Doll, the first two in Patrick Lee’s
dazzling trilogy, The Breach and Ghost Country, and I reread a classic
sci-fi book, Earth Abides.
I’ve actually been keeping a reading diary this year for the
first time ever, so stay tuned! And in the comments post what you’ve been
reading that you think people shouldn’t pass up.
