Can’t. Stop. Buying. Books. I have come to the conclusion that I have an addiction. However, at least my addiction is feeding my brain, instead of eating away at it. Justification of said addiction is the key.
Anyway, Eric and I had a nice day out and experienced something that warmed our hearts. While we were at Perkins, there was an older couple having breakfast there, as well (I would guess they are in their mid-70’s). We went to Barnes & Noble right after breakfast, as usual, and as we were leaving B&N, we ended up holding the doors for that same couple as they were entering. As we were walking to the car, Eric commented, “See? Other couples have breakfast and book dates, too.” It kind of gave me a look into the future; I mean, that will be me and Eric some day, still going on breakfast & book dates 25 or 30 years from now, hopefully. It gave me the warm fuzzies.
And yes, I bought more books. Remember last week when I said I used my willpower to put a book back that I had been carrying around with me for 20 minutes? Yeah. I bought it today. Along with one other book.
Rascal decided he wanted his moment of fame on Between the Covers.
I really want to dive into Infinite Jest soon (written by David Foster Wallace) and when I found Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself last week, I decided that I want to read that first. When DFW was on the last leg of his book tour for Infinite Jest, Rolling Stone magazine sent David Lipsky along to join him. This is Lipsky’s book about that experience. It’s like a five-day biography, but done interview-style. I think that reading this first will give me a good look into DFW himself so I better understand where he’s coming from when I read Infinite Jest. Also, Robert at 101 Books just finished reading Infinite Jest and posted a lot of information about the book–and DFW–on his blog, which has made me become kind of fascinated with DFW.
I also purchased Catch-22, written by Joseph Heller. I haven’t read this since high school and I’ve been meaning to read it again for years. I don’t remember many of the particulars about the story, but I remember the overall premise. I do remember thinking, even back in high school, that it was very funny and a great representation of the ridiculousness of war. I justified this purchase by telling myself that I need to read it again, and my kids should read it at some point. Three cheers for “house” books!
I hope you all have a lovely weekend; I plan to do a lot of reading and I have a few reviews I need to get typed up and scheduled. Until next time, happy reading!