I get so greedy at the library. I read a new “must read” list and immediately add all the book suggestions to my queue. Except, usually the books show up faster than I can finish one. Currently I have waiting for me on my nightstand (amongst others):
- Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche – book club pick for May
- Maggot Moon by Sally Gardner – recommended by The Horn Book as a good summer read
- Water Color by Sujean Rim – my favorite watercolor inspirational book
- Dear Life by Alice Munro – a book club pick I haven’t finished from months ago
- A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver – poetry collection given to me as a birthday present
- The Weight of Blood by Laura McHugh – written by a regional author, who I got to listen to read
- All Creatures Great and Small by James Herriot – STILL reading this. I love it, but taking it one day at a time.
- The Ethnic Paris Cookbook – I love all things Paris, especially cookbooks
- The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt (on my Kindle, actually)
- One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabrielle Garcia Marquez – after his death, I really wanted to read his magical realism
There’s never any time! Last night I sat in my easy chair, curled up with MAGGOT MOON, but suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of dread, the weight of the world on my shoulders. Reading the news about the significant drought in California, advertising on the moon, and melting glaciers made me feel that a dystopian world probably wouldn’t be the best choice. I reluctantly set it aside after a few chapters and decided, hey, how about Americanah? It’s the next book club pick. But oooh, Nigeria. I have nightmares about those poor girls, so this *should* be something that could give me better insight to a culture I’m ignorant about. But ohhhhh, those poor girls. No, I can’t read that tonight either.
I decided to paint some roses, which then led to sad self portraits, and then went to bed reading The Goldfinch. Eeek! The first bit talks about a boy missing his deceased mother. Anxiety attack takes over, I cry myself to sleep, and wish I would have just finally started The Outlander.
One of these days.
What are you reading? Any light suggestions for the summer?