October 20, 2015

 

I do this to myself sometimes. I’m reading something (currently Wild by Cheryl Strayed), but I can’t say no to other books, and they start to pile up on my table, my nightstand, in my car, wherever.

 

Mostly I blame the library. I mean, free books, shelves and shelves of them just sitting there for the taking! Seriously, what’s a girl to do? Then there are book reviews, suggestions daily dropped into my inbox, not to mention books from writer friends or groups I’d love to read, and on and on. I know it’s impossible to read them all, but sometimes I just go ahead and let myself dabble a little, like a dieter at a buffet. I’ll read the back covers and inside flaps, maybe the table of contents, always the first few pages, until I start to go a little nutty from reading so many books at once. Then I force myself to add them to my actual To Read list and grudgingly let them go until it’s their turn.

 

Here’s what I’m dabbling in now:

 

Chestnut Street by Maeve Binchy

For my book club.

 

 

The Gift of Failure by Jessica Lahey

Sort of a follow up to How To Raise An Adult.

 

 

Being Mortal by Atul Gawande

Because we are, and we—I—generally suck at dealing with it.

 

Art and Fear by David Bayles and Ted Orland

Because writing a memoir about reproductive trauma is pretty fucking terrifying.

 

Goddess of Suburbia by Stephanie Kepke

A writer friend book that will be a fun, reading palate cleanser from all the fear stuff.

 

The First Husband by Laura Dave

I don’t even remember when I came across this one but Laura Dave is great, I love the title and it sounds juicy!

 

The Art of Memoir, The Liar’s Club, and Lit by Mary Karr

Because it’s Mary Karr and totally weird that I haven’t read them yet.

 

Ever Upward by Justine Brooks Froelker is on its way and about to be added to this beautiful, dastardly pile. And I know it’s going to lead me to Brene Brown whom I’ve never read but with all I’ve heard about her in the past couple of weeks am starting to wonder why.

 

Sooooo…Chestnut Street is going to be next, for sure. Otherwise book club is just beer and wine club, right? After that? …Ah, so many books…like so many colors of the rainbow…such a good problem to have!

 

LP