At last, I’ll find out what’s so extraordinary about “The Museum of Extraordinary Things” by Alice Hoffman. I’ll learn the secret ingredient to “The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake” by Aimee Bender, and why Stephen King recommends “The Wicked Girls” by Alex Marwood. And, what exactly is Jim Gaffigan’s obsession with “Food: A Love Story” that makes him want to fake marry it?
Fret no more as I uncover the reason there are “No Better Friends” than a man and his dog, as chronicled in the book by Robert Weintraub. Maybe I’ll discover just who had the audacity to be “The Uninvited Guests,” by Sadie Jones. And at last I’ll be able to finish the book I started last summer, “One Summer: America 1927” by Bill Bryson, which is now taking me TWO summers to read, not one. I’m bound to get to the bottom of what Babe Ruth’s 60-home run season has to do with Charles Lindbergh’s solo flight across the Atlantic.
With any luck, I can finally sleuth out the murderer in Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None,” and find out why the wind is so shadowy in “The Shadow of the Wind” by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. After all, it’s the new selection for One Book, One San Diego.
Whew! I’m already exhausted just going through my list. And this is the SHORT list, my friends, which can only mean one thing:
I’ve got gads and gads more books to read on my L-O-N-G list! I’ve got biographies, history books, books about politics and current events. I even have a book about the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire! Not to mention a book about Frida Kahlo and another about the Spanish Influenza of 1918. There’s also a book about elephants and one about Dallas in 1963–geez, I wonder what happened then?
Books, books and more books!
And I won’t even trouble you with my super-sized, XXXL list. I’ll be saving that list for retirement, thank you very much.
As you can see, all I’m going to be doing this summer is read, read, READ!
So who’s with me?
I’m planning to read just before bedtime. And I’ll read early in the morning, relishing Truman Capote’s “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” while dining on Dr. Seuss’ “Green Eggs and Ham.” I’ll enjoy a good read, “Bowling Alone,” at the bowling alley and also while in line at the supermarket checkout. I’ll also read in the stairwell at my office, and at lunchtime I may even sneak under my desk with a flashlight to read some more. I’ll read at the beach–at the shallow end of the ocean and maybe the deep end, too.
I’ll read under the shade of a tree, on a bench in the park, and I’ll read while doing the laundry. I’ll read standing up and I’ll read sitting down. Ask me nicely, and I’ll read sideways, too, because who doesn’t like sideways?
But please, whatever you do, don’t tell Henry and Oliver, that I plan to read while taking them for a stroll and lose myself in Erik Larson’s latest, “Dead Wake.” (They become all out of sorts when I don’t pay them heed, so it’s important you don’t say a word!)
My plan is to read so much that I won’t have time for anything else, not even sleep or work–
What am I thinking? Life doesn’t stop just because I want to read all summer long!
So, maybe the goal I’ve set for myself isn’t too realistic. Maybe I’ll be lucky if I can read two books. After all, there will always be other stuff on my to-do list. Just ask Henry and Oliver.
So let’s start over:
This is going to be my summer of reading two books–and going to work, taking out the trash, scrubbing the toilet, cleaning out the fridge, organizing the garage, running errands, flossing my teeth, grooming the dogs, and other inconsequential tasks!
Now, where shall I begin? Decisions, decisions.
So, who’s with me? And what’s on your list?