Next to my bed is a big pile of reading material.
Truth be told, piles of reading material is stacked next to my bed, in my “cubby” in the kitchen, in my car, on my desk at work, on my desk at home, and on a shelf in my bedroom closet.
When it comes to reading, my eyes are often bigger than my stomach…or my eyes, I guess, would be more accurate.
Instead of reading these:
The Imperfectionists: A Novelby Tom Rachman…begun but just, though enjoyed so far
Loving; Living; Party Going by Henry Green…a collection of short novels about which I know nothing but which sound intriguing from the jacket blurb
Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese…given to me by my mother and now, I see, on the best seller list
Introduction to Fiction my particular edition was edited by X.J. Kennedy…a collection of short stories that I’ve picked through over and over and through which I absolutely should be picking through THIS VERY MOMENT not just for personal edification and enrichment but because I need to find some good “coming of age” stories pronto double quick ASAP.
Three or four back issues of Harper’s Magazine one from August including an article about gun permits, both to carry concealed and unconcealed, that was jarring, unpredictable, eye-opening, and riveting, entitled “Happiness is a Worn Gun” by Dan Baum, and which I actually did read. I will also confess to having read the Index in each of these editions and perusing the artwork though not much else.
Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha by Tara Brach…an utterly unlike-me selection of a self-help book that I never would have chosen for myself but was recommended by one of the smartest psychiatrists I’ve ever known. So. Course, don’t help none if I don’t read it now, do it?
just to name a few, I’ve been falling asleep in a drooly pile before even reaching for any reading material, the television tuned to Weeds, Entourage, Tosh.0, The Daily Show, The Big C, Scrubs re-runs, Mad Men: Season One on DVD, or True Blood on demand.
Maybe I should change my name to the Well Watched Hostess?










