The more I read, the more I write. And the more I write, the weirder I become. This is not helped by my current solo-apartment lifestyle. Basically I sit in my cavelike basement apartment (although I’m not every place I live ends up being cavelike), dragging my comforter and book from one piece of furniture to another, occasionally breaking for tea, carrots, or a burst of writing. So when my neighbors come over and I have to take stock of my existence, I get a little embarassed. Why do I have eight purses on my kitchen table, six pairs of shoes behind the couch and a dozen books piled on top of myself? Why am I wearing pjs at five p.m.? Why tea and carrots (I have nothing else)? I live alone – why not?
Anyway. I’m trying to keep track of all I read this summer. I started a summer reading list once upon a time filled with Vonnegut and Salinger and such, and I’ve read exactly zero of the books on it, but I have gone to B&N to buy other books about half a dozen times since. So this is what I’ve actually read so far.
Behaving Like Adults – Anna Maxted
Father’s Day – William Goldman
Running With Scissors – Augusten Burroughs
Lean Mean Thirteen – Janet Evanovich
My Sister’s Keeper – Jodi Picoult
Undead and Unappreciated – Does it matter who wrote this?
The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy – Tim Burton (technically a reread, but I’m counting it anyway)
Also, am currently working my way through Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder, Pale Fire by Vladimir Nobokov, Take The Cannoli by Sarah Vowell, and Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. Notice how my “currently reading” list is far more pretentious than my “actually read” list. That’s because I’ve been “currently reading” Pale Fire all summer, I interrupted Sophie’s World for Sarah Vowell because I bought her book for two bucks on the street (she’s an NPR gal and the voice of Violet in The Incredibles. Look her up, she’s pretty sweet), and I just picked up Gilead today because I agreed to be in a book club that meets to discuss it on Tuesday.
When I’m not reading, I’m abusing my library priveleges and watching too many movies and/or episodes of Arrested Development.