So many books, so little time …
I got on the airplane with Alain De Botton’s Essays in Love and segued into Greg Iles’ Natchez Burning – a book that held me in its death grip until it ended and I picked up Mo’ Meta Blues from Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson, which was a romp through the mind of a music geek like no other. All I wanted to do when I put down his book was pick up my iPod and listen to music, but then I picked up Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Americanah and now I wish I had every one of her books.
I’m a book whore who has a bad jones since my daily life after the arrival of Stella has left little time to read except at night when I can get in a paragraph before sinking into a sound sleep. Before Stella, I could count on an hour and a half in the morning to read and drink my tea before Tin rose and could average a book or two a week, but now Stella is the first up demanding me to join her in her youthful frenetic greeting of the day. My book quota is more like one book in a week and a half.
But summer vacation – ahhh yes, this is when I can indulge in my addiction (most of them anyway). And what a portable library I chose, unfortunately, what the hell was I thinking? Adichie’s book is the last one of the group I brought! Thankfully, there was already Edith Wharton In Morocco here as well as James M. Caine’s Mildred Pierce and Donna Tartt’s Goldfinch in Spanish.
That should get me through the next few days as we head to Zahara de los Atunes tomorrow where my friend there has the latest copy of Julian Barnes’ new book and she’s finished it and says it’s excellent – yay!
“The things I want to know are in books; my best friend is the man who’ll get me a book I ain’t read.”
– Abraham Lincoln