So. I’m having lunch with my grandma yesterday when she hands me an envelope “on behalf of the dancers.” My gram’s part of a dancing troupe at “the home” you see. Last week I ran over to watch them perform the hookie lau and play photographer. I ran off a few pics. Gram distributed. No biggie, right? WELL, the girls banned together and bought me a gift card to Borders. Free books people! FREE. BOOKS. It brought a tear to my eye; it was the sweetest thing ever. *sigh*
Needless to say, I could barely make it through my meal before heading for the bookstore. I bought one book on my fall reading list: an Everyman’s Library edition of Persuasion. Beautiful. Love it.
And one book that was not: The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.
See how I am? But it couldn’t be helped. The cover held intrigue; the summary the thing of legends. The girl at the check-out counter told me the book is amazing – which made me all the more giddy. I cannot wait to read it. I do so hope I’m not disappointed …
In case you haven’t heard, there are a whole group of people who read with intent. It’s true! They plan ahead. They make lists – and then they stick to them.
I’ve never been such a person.
I’m more the lone wanderer. I meander aimlessly amongst isles of books – viewing covers, reading backs, analyzing their weight in my hands – hoping to find that hidden treasure. Sure, I keep an ear out for recommendations; but mostly I choose as I go. As of late, however, I’ve begun to see the value of preparing ahead. Perhaps it stems from the inspiration of Mandi and her 200 books – perhaps it stems from the fact that the older I get, the harder it is to recall books I was considering. Whatever the reason, I found a great way to merge the laid back with the organized over at Pancakes and French Fries.
I like it because it’s wee. Fifteen books (or seventeen, since I’ve grouped a couple) – leaving room for, you know, whatever. I also like the idea of choosing something from my shelf. There are vintage books I purchased because they were pretty. There are books that mysteriously appeared. Now they will be read. So without further ado … my reading list for fall 2009 …
New books I plan to take in (buy, beg, or borrow)…
- Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
- Perelandra/That Hideous Strength by C.S. Lewis
- The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
- Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
- Persuasion by Jane Austen
- Family Roundabout by Richmal Crompton
- The Woman Warrior/China Men by Maxine Hong Kingston
- When You are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris
- Three Cups of Tea: One Man’s Mission to Promote Peace … One School at a Time by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin
And books currently upon my shelf …
- Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson
- The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
- Surly Tim and other stories by Frances Hodgson Burnett
- Ben-Hur by Lew Wallace
- The Sonnets by William Shakespeare
- Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
As always, I welcome suggestions for future lists, or, you know, to squish in here or there …
Ever had one of those inexplicably good days? Your circumstances may be just as precarious as the day before … but today, they seem the least bit daunting. All that matters is deep down you know – life is good.
Yesterday was one such day.
… in spite of blue skies and sunshine, the frangrance of autumn danced in the air.
… chatted with my brother.
… marked a few things off my list.
… pondered books to read.
… began a Christmas project.
… received the good news that I may get paid afterall!
… picked peaches.
… enjoyed a spur-of-the-moment dinner with family.
… snuggled up to a good book.
Nothing life altering, you see. But oh-so-sweet.
And that’s exactly what I pray for you, my dear readers – a day perfectly ordinary, yet nothing short of spectacular!
If you reside here in the US of A you no doubt received information pertaining to mail carrier changes due to “rapidly declining mail volume.” I was a bit saddened by that last part. This is not the first setback of the US Postal Office, mind you. August 17, 1859, the postal service took to the skies – in a hot air balloon. Poor ol’ John Wise was sent aloft in Lafayette, IN – with some 100 letters to be delivered in New York – only to make it 27 miles. Today’s issues, however, seem more ominous.
Still, I will hope.
I will hope for a day when we grow tired of the impersonal. When we long to take the time to sit down and write a bit of ourselves in a letter, to be delivered to one we love – and that loved one will be delighted at the gesture. And I will keep that hope alive by writing letters of my own …