If you tell me what book(s) you are reading, I’ll tell you what I’m reading.
When I go to the library these days, it’s usually a surgical strike kind of visit. I buzz in, pick up a few books based entirely on the title and how the cover looks, rush Youngest Daughter along to make her choices, and fly out to the next errand.
At my last strafing of the library, I picked up these:
The Price of Civilization : Reawakening American Virtue and Prosperity by Jeffrey D. Sachs.
Three Famines : Starvation and Politics by Thomas Keneally.
On the Run in Siberia by Rane Willerslev ; translated by Coilín ÓhAiseadha.
God's Century : Resurgent Religion and Global Politics by Monica Duffy Toft et al
What was I thinking? This seems almost like the reading list my husband devised for me when I had a sinus infection. Should I be concerned that since I brought these books into my house, my nose has been more sneezy?
I started The Price of Civilization. When my son saw it, he asked, “Is that an economics book or a philosophy book?” I said, “Both.” It’s Jeffrey Sachs, who advised the transition economies of post-communist Europe (and many other countries), worrying this time about the United States. Until I got to around page 100, it was way too depressing for me to read while trying to fall asleep. I have had to save it for the dentist’s office and other more painful and awake venues.
Just to round out my list of alarming books: in our Bible study, we are reading Revelation.
Fortunately, I also got these at the library:
The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party by Alexander McCall Smith.
The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith.
Apple Turnover Murder by Joanne Fluke.
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.
I already finished the Mma Ramotswe book. As always, McCall Smith provides an enjoyable read. I’m in the middle of The Vicar of Wakefield, which I find amusing. I just got to Chapter XVII, which contains a piece of poetry called An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. My husband, unable to resist a book with the words “Apple Turnover” in the title, tried the mystery, but said that halfway through the book the murder hadn’t even occurred yet. He gave up on reading it, but wants to try the recipes. (More accurately, he wants me to try the recipes.) I don’t know if I’ll even open the Hemingway. The Old Man and the Sea has left a bad taste in my mouth since high school.
Form home, I also requested two books through inter-library loan:
Abraham Lincoln : Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith.
The Uninvited Guests by Sadie Jones.
What does it say about our reading public that I didn’t have to wait at all for The Price of Civilization, but it will be months before I get my hands on the library’s copy of Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter?
I told you about my books. Now it’s your turn!