Okay, See You Later, I Love You, Bye-Bye!
I love reading. I was the child who got sent to my room and didn't mind too much because I'd just read a book up there. I was the child who hid books in my desk and read during classes. I am the adult who will find an empty office to read in during my lunch hour. I love to read.
Yesterday was supposed to be hot. I don't do heat. So I made indoor, air-conditioned plans. They included going to the bookstore or the library. The library won. Now I have seven books, and two or three requested at the library. In the last month or so, for reasons unknown to me, people have been suggesting different books to me nonstop. Every time, I have written down their recommendation on my little blue Post-It that lives on my night table. Yesterday I brought that with me to the library and spent more time than I would have liked looking up books.
The library I go to is huge. There are five levels. The library I went to for twenty years in New York was small and cozy. I loved it. It's how I think all libraries should be. When I first moved to Florida, my local library was small and cozy. They were building a new library closer to my home. After it opened and I went to visit, I was disappointed. It was huge. Every time I walked into the lobby (tons of empty square footage) all I could think about was how many more books they could have fit in there if they'd just designed their space better, and how maybe they could have had longer library hours for a few years if they hadn't tried to make things look so impressive.
The library I went to yesterday is also huge, but it's excused from my small and cozy rule because it's in a major city. Plus, the SF librarians are very helpful.
Currently, I am in the middle (or beginning or end) of reading the following:
Promiscuities, by Naomi Wolf - I've been reading this for a while now, and purposely reading it slowly. It's blowing my mind so much that I rather read a little and let it roll around my head than rush through it. It should be required reading for everyone.
What Your Doctor Won't (Or Can't) Tell You, by Evan S. Levine, MD - lots of good info, plus the doctor who wrote it is affiliated with a hospital in the Bronx that I know and like. When the book is boring me I'm still amused by the good doctor's huge ego.
Money, A Memoir, by Liz Perle - recommended by a friend, slightly boring but important to think about, so I'll read on.
The last two Newsweeks, and July Glamour.
Books in my house as of yesterday, waiting to be read:
The Quiet American, by Graham Greene
Random Family, by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc
The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green. by Joshua Braff
The Sand Pebbles, by Richard McKenna
All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy
It will take a lot of self control to not call in sick to work so I can go sit at the beach and read all day long, pausing only to look at the surfers. If I don't answer my phone, now you'll know why.
Yesterday was supposed to be hot. I don't do heat. So I made indoor, air-conditioned plans. They included going to the bookstore or the library. The library won. Now I have seven books, and two or three requested at the library. In the last month or so, for reasons unknown to me, people have been suggesting different books to me nonstop. Every time, I have written down their recommendation on my little blue Post-It that lives on my night table. Yesterday I brought that with me to the library and spent more time than I would have liked looking up books.
The library I go to is huge. There are five levels. The library I went to for twenty years in New York was small and cozy. I loved it. It's how I think all libraries should be. When I first moved to Florida, my local library was small and cozy. They were building a new library closer to my home. After it opened and I went to visit, I was disappointed. It was huge. Every time I walked into the lobby (tons of empty square footage) all I could think about was how many more books they could have fit in there if they'd just designed their space better, and how maybe they could have had longer library hours for a few years if they hadn't tried to make things look so impressive.
The library I went to yesterday is also huge, but it's excused from my small and cozy rule because it's in a major city. Plus, the SF librarians are very helpful.
Currently, I am in the middle (or beginning or end) of reading the following:
Promiscuities, by Naomi Wolf - I've been reading this for a while now, and purposely reading it slowly. It's blowing my mind so much that I rather read a little and let it roll around my head than rush through it. It should be required reading for everyone.
What Your Doctor Won't (Or Can't) Tell You, by Evan S. Levine, MD - lots of good info, plus the doctor who wrote it is affiliated with a hospital in the Bronx that I know and like. When the book is boring me I'm still amused by the good doctor's huge ego.
Money, A Memoir, by Liz Perle - recommended by a friend, slightly boring but important to think about, so I'll read on.
The last two Newsweeks, and July Glamour.
Books in my house as of yesterday, waiting to be read:
The Quiet American, by Graham Greene
Random Family, by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc
The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green. by Joshua Braff
The Sand Pebbles, by Richard McKenna
All the Pretty Horses, by Cormac McCarthy
It will take a lot of self control to not call in sick to work so I can go sit at the beach and read all day long, pausing only to look at the surfers. If I don't answer my phone, now you'll know why.
posted by Green at 6/18/2006 05:46:00 AM
1 Comments:
I'm a reader too. I consider reading a good story like a mini vacation.
They closed down the main downtown branch that was in this beautiful 3 story pillared stone building that was built in the twenties, and reopened it in a MALL! They have hardly any interesting books, but tons of sitting areas where the hoodlums and homeless hang out and leave huge messes/pee and sleep on the couches. There is so much wasted space. It isn't a peaceful place anymore.
There are several satelite branches that are ok, but I really miss the old downtown library.
catherine
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