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September 14, 2008
Literary Hairshirt
When I reorganized my library into fiction, nonfiction, reference and books I haven't yet read, I was...erm...astounded by how many books I've been dragging around for years that haven't been cracked open once. As in five linear feet of books I've been dragging around for years that haven't been cracked open once. For the past six months or so, I've been doggedly slogging through them all, including uncorrected proofs from my days in publishing (not, may I add, published by the romance and true crime-concentrated house I worked for), long nonfiction tomes on the history of Scotland, Ireland and the Vanderbilts...uh...and other things. It's exhausting not to buy or read new stuff. Or good stuff. Exhausting, I tell you.
So, yeah, surprise surprise, I cracked today and bought Things the Grandchildren Should Know by the lead singer of Eels, which is getting super-strong reviews, and Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea which sounds light and amusing and perfect. I guess you could call this my memoir stage. Or my "need to be entertained by books" stage. Either or. Your choice.
Posted by Bree at September 14, 2008 10:53 AM