My to-read pile is stacked intimidatingly high. I’ve been almost afraid to climb, lest it topple and bury me entirely. My library due dates loom and reading bookish articles for work every morning only inspires me to add more to the tower.
I suppose it is natural to find both a little satisfaction and a small level of panic both together in this dilemma. I am sure it is better to have a tall, twisting spire of books waiting than it is to have that empty feeling of not knowing where your next refuge will come from.
This week I’ve pulled a few; I have begun reading The Paris Wife by Paula McLain on my e-reader and I am a few pages into What We See When We Read by Peter Mendelsund in paperback form. I am still part-way through the Sci-Fi thriller Rainbow’s End by Vernor Vinge after having started to read it on the plane ride home from England, I had enjoyed it but haven’t been in the right mindset to pick it back up and finish.
I am liking The Paris Wife so far. I enjoy the narrative voice and the perspective on Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley Richardson, someone whom I know little about. It has been some time since I’ve read any historical fiction, I’ll see where this one takes me. What We See When We Read is an anomaly so far, I will have to give it some more thought.
“Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soared with stories.”
― Paula McLain, The Paris Wife