I think it a telling sign of some importance in your life
when a number creeps its way into your memory. Like when you’re five and your
mom drills your home phone number into your head. My mom made a song out of it. It was a good enough song that even my child
hood friends remember my parents’ phone number to this day. When you’re in high school, it’s the locker
combination. In College, it’s your
social security number which doubled as your student ID. (Although with identity theft issues, maybe
they use something else now…I hope.) As
a young adult I had my bank account and credit card numbers memorized from
typing them into internet access sites all the time.
Recently I realized that I no longer needed to copy off my
card when I’m on my local library website.
This dawned on me as I was logging in to the library website in the dark
of my bedroom on my iPod to download an ebook.
For a split second I groaned, imagining that I’d have to walk all the
way downstairs to get the card, tripping over sleeping cats, fumbling for light
switches, and groping for slippers to avoid the cold kitchen floor. But then I thought…maybe I can remember
it…just let me just try…and then there it was, at the tips of my fingers. I typed it in and a few minutes later I was
reading my ebook. It was just that easy to pull it out of my head,
avoiding the trip downstairs, stubbed toes and dilated pupils. So what significance does this have? I’m not sure yet. But I do think it is evidence of my
addiction.
Once again, I’m falling down on my writing job. I just have so many great books (and one dud)
to read, I need to take a break and do some writing. Here’s what I’ve been reading these days:
1. Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. I just posted this review. It seemed to take me forever to write
this. I think it’s harder to write a
review when you really love a book.
Especially if you try to avoid spoilers, like I do. I’ve been chewing on this review for two
weeks, editing and deleting and more deleting, and I’m still not super-happy
with it. This is the same reason I
haven’t reviewed The Pillars of the Earth or World Without End by
Ken Follett, the Honor Harrington books by David Webber, or any of the Outlander
books by Diana Gabaldon…I love them so much and I’m afraid I won’t do them
justice.
Now I am forced to admit that
not-real people CAN have good taste in books, sometimes even better than real
people. Ursula Le Guin was the only name
I remembered while I was perusing the shelves at the library and I brought home
The Left Hand of Darkness… “Wow” is all I can say. I was very impressed and now I’m starting to
work on the review.
3. A Wizard of Earthsea, another Le Guin
novel, which is the first in a two-trilogy set.
Once again, I’m getting obsessed with a new author and have to read a
few other books by her. I just picked
this up and am only 50 or so pages into it.
It’s a fantasy book, rather than space drama, but so far it’s really got
me.
4. Dream Angus by Alexander McCall Smith. This was totally random library
browsing. I’d read McCall Smith’s #1
Ladies Detective Agency before and enjoyed it, so I was curious about this
modern myth re-telling or so it was
called on the jacket. This is a very
quick read. I enjoyed it a lot and
finished it in maybe 1 ½ or 2 hours.
5. Messages: The World’s Most Documented
Extraterrestrial Contact Story by Stan Romanek with J. Allan Danelek. This is a book club pick. I would never ever pick up a book like this
on my own. With good reason. This book
is horrible. I’m about ¾ of the way
through and it is torture to read this book. It is so poorly written and
insipid that I’m suffering on every page, and yet I keep opening it up. I guess alien abductions are still interesting
enough to me to read when the book itself is trash. And then to top it all off, the first meeting
to discuss this book was Saturday and I get the café and no one from my book
club is anywhere to be found. Turns out
there are two restaurants called The Omlette Shoppe in Grand Rapids and I
didn’t pay attention to the address, so not only have I read a rotten book, I
also wasted my time going to the wrong place.
Doesn’t it just go that way sometimes?
6. Emma by Jane Austen. My co-worker book club (which I have since
named the “Bad Ass Book Babes” in honor of my rating factor and because
everyone in the group is so awesome) was so intrigued by our last reading
selection, that now we plan to read a Jane Austen book every other month until
we’ve read them all. I’m about 20 pages
into it and I promised them I’d set it aside until they start reading it in
October because they’re still only half way through The Girl with the Dragon
Tattoo and they’re starting to call me a book nerd. I can’t be the only nerdy Book Babe, so I’ll
comply. This has to wait until October.
7. The Witch in the Well, a Catherine Le
Vendeur Mystery by Sharan Newman.
Another totally random library browsing adventure, I’m embarrassed to
say I picked this one up because of the cover.
It has a very beautiful blue eyed woman on the front holding a cracked
urn leaking water. Anyway, it looked
cool. Turns out it’s one of Newman’s
many mystery novels featuring Catherine LeVendeur, a 12th century
French woman, who apparently solves crimes.
I’m about half way into it and am really enjoying it. But I’m peeved that I didn’t know it was a
series, or I would have grabbed the first one instead.
[As a footnote—I thought I published this
post on Sunday 9/18/11, but I looked today and couldn’t find it. So I updated it and published (again?) today. But seriously—if any of my 5 faithful blog
followers saw it between now and Sunday, let me know that I’m not crazy.]
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