what i’m reading now.
I used to read one book at a time. Start, read, read more, sleep, read more, finish.
Linear like. One page, the next.
Now I don’t read just one book at a time, no. I think it is these 20 years of living with Mr Brilliant that has finally done it. Even his daughters inherited his wild gene, dashing into and through several books at a time, a book in every room open to some page, waiting. Waiting for him (or them) to wander back in and pick it up. In his case, remembering every single thing he reads. In my case, not so much.
We are a family of readers. That much is true.
These are the books I’m reading now (and in three cases re-reading).
Dipping into short stories, affirmation of quietness, the fear that comes with art-making. Watching noticeably different reactions to each, and in some cases reading them now with a writer’s eye to see the structure beneath. Marking up the pages with quiet but deep abandon. It is pure deliciousness.
What are you reading? What can you recommend I add to my book stack in the kitchen, the bedroom, the family room, on the porch?
