August 8, 2009

So, I did it. I did exactly what one shouldn’t do three weeks before one is moving into one’s first, 700 sq. ft home, and bought another box of books. The discount book place in town was having a 50% off sale on all their (fairly) new fiction, so I spent $75 and cleared a lot off my to buy/read list. Probably 20 books or so, I lost track.

This weekend I’m opening the art gallery where I’ve worked in years past, which is a very difficult job that requires keys, a passcode, and 8 spare hours to…do whatever I want while the other staff actually run the place (that’s okay, for 4 years I was in the other position, so…).

Anyway, especially now that I find the wireless connection unavailable, my movies (the last episode of Top Gear, season 7, and Pan’s Labyrinth), blogging (here and at thephallus), and reading become much more significant.

I’ve decided to put away Infinite Jest for the last weeks of summer. I was 200 pages ahead at the start of Infinite Summer, and now am horribly, horribly behind. It will be a solitary, long-term endeavor; as much as I enjoyed it while reading, it’s a daunting prospect.

So I figured I’d leave all the old books away and read my new buys for these last 3 weeks. The first, 723 contemporary (and from my other postings, you should know that’s not usual for me) pages, is perfect for a couple days of reading: The Hour I First Believed, by Wally Lamb. I hadn’t heard of him before, but this book came across my desk. The book looked interesting, so I read the first bit. That was good, so I added it to my to-read list. Then, there it was on the shelf at Book Depot.

I’m about 100 pages in, and it is very good. No complaints yet, other than the fact that whenever a writer creates an alter-ego in a book, it always seems to be an English teacher.

More later.

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