I’ve avoided homelessness once again. With less than a week to spare, I ran into my friend Erin at the coffee shop in town and within three minutes she offered me a room in her apartment. That’s why I love this town. So now I’m no longer in the woods with a poodle and a stalker priest; now I’m in Erin & Meg’s apartment in a house owned by this guy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJp_EO2C220. Just weird enough to fit into the scheme of my life.
Reunion happened this weekend — my fifth one. Overall it went well; the outdoor concert went on despite the rain, all of our stolen-by-drunk-alums golf carts were eventually returned, we only had to call the ambulance once (for a broken hip), and my case of food poisoning was relatively minor. Not perfect, but not disastrous. But now, of course, I am drained of all energy and can think of nothing beyond going to bed (and by “bed” I mean sleeping bag on the floor).
It’s time to play “what has Rachel been reading.” Since the last time I did this in April, I have read (in date order):
The Rachel Papers – Martin Amis
Do Black Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up? – John R. Powers
Ruby Holler – Sharon Creech
Then We Came to the End – Joshua Ferris
Bookends – Jane Green
Dry – Augusten Burroughs
The Princess Bride – William Goldman (obviously a re-read)
I Capture the Castle – Dodie Smith
Wednesday Night Witches – Lee Nichols
Eat, Pray, Love – Elizabeth Gilbert
Possible Side Effects – Augusten Burroughs
Citizen Girl – Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus
When You Are Engulfed in Flames – David Sedaris
Fearless Fourteen – Janet Evanovich
Dave Barry’s Book of Bad Songs – Dave Barry (re-read…it takes about twenty minutes)
I think I can proudly say I defy convention with this list: I started out with two books about horny teenage boys in the 60s or 70s followed immediately by a children’s book about orphans. However, I do still have several all-hype books; “Then We Came to the End” was not as awesome as promoted, “Eat, Pray, Love” was actually better than I was expecting, Augusten Burroughs remains enjoyable, and David Sedaris never disappoints. Then there’s the “embarrassing books with pink covers” selection; tragically, both “Bookends” and “Citizen Girl” were terrible, and not in an entertaining way. “Wednesday Night Witches” at least made me laugh, as did Stephanie Plum (even though the books are getting more and more worthless; it’s like a TV show you used to love and still watch out of loyalty, but secretly hope gets canceled soon). Then there’s “I Capture the Castle,” which I only read because it had a picture of Marc Blucas on the cover.
Right. That’s enough nerdiness for now. Off to find food, then company, then maybe watch the “Spellingg Bee” episode of Psych (“Banana.”)…then a future that doesn’t involve moving to my parents’ house.