It seems that I sporadically pick up odd books, no rhyme , reason or pre-destination. They are only odd because they aren’t part of my normal reading menu.
Perhaps odd is too broad a category. It could easily include the likes of; graphic novels, indie poetry, horror. Geez I didn’t realize how much I don’t read.
Sigh, I must add some of the above to future lists but in the meantime, Here are 3 books that have absolutely nothing to do with each other except that I own them.
Eclectic R Us?
I have read the Sister Wendy book 2 or 3 times partly to go back and pick up a thought that stuck with me. Obit is a pick up and put down and I would say almost the time you would use for bibliomancy. The last book 400 plus pages of hmmm. which can be a great thing on a Sunday afternoon.
Here’s the list;
Sister Wendy on Prayer by Sister Wendy Beckett
Obit Inspiring Stories of Ordinary People who Led Extraordinary Lives by Jim Sheeler
Super Gods What Masked Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, and a Sun God From Smallville Can Teach Us About Being Human by Grant Morrison
Back to reading
A new/old favourite book is Harold and Maude by Christopher Higgins.
One of Maude’s statement is that “..your body is your transportation”.
I can touch my toes walk down the street but, I do not have a Ferrari for transportation, maybe an ageing Volvo.
This led me to the books in my collection. They are all different in lots of ways and I can’t say that I have one more favourite then the other. Murakami is for when I am feeling contemplative, McDougall when I think I could run a marathon at least and Zahab like watching a reality TV show in the best sense of the word . In other words I won’t be doing that any time soon.
Running For My Life On the extreme road with adventure runner Ray Zahab by Ray Zahab
What I Talk About When I Talk About Running A Memoir by Haruki Murakami
Born to Run A Hidden Tribe, Superatheletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen by Christopher McDougall
Now to more reading
Not In My Backyard
It would be nice to think that I am an open minded book geek. Charities get a small donation, I volunteer locally. A decent person and neighbour I hope.
But, then I read a local author; Pat Capponi.
The two books I have of hers are; Upstairs in the Crazy House and dispatches from the poverty line. ( the cover art doesn’t use capitals in dispatches)
Hmm how do I really feel about those people living in rooming houses, have mental issues and are on government assistance? I am a hand out or a hand up kind of gal?
I am trying to be decent but I see my personal judgments and accepted cultural stigmas popping up especially as I read Upstairs
Such great reading and great questions to ask even if they can be a might uncomfortable for me. There is still time for a John Connolly mystery or a romance, sorry can’t think of one I want to read this minute but, stretching to the local, real, not airbrushed is a good stretch for my reading wings.
I am sure that I will be digging around to see what else Ms Capponi writes and even where she might be giving presentations.
What is going on in your back yard and have you read about it?
Don’t all book geeks, dragons, nerds feel this way sometimes?
I looked at my unsteady stack of To Be Read books and they make no sense for theme or reasoning. I am not prepared to donate them..yet or put them in the little library in front of my house but, there are those times when I wonder what was I thinking. what is the connection, what spirit was overtaking me.
You get the idea
here goes with no (or only a little self-judgement)
Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All By Allan Gurganus
Stigma Notes on The Management of Spoiled Identity By Erving Goffman
Slouching Towards Bethlehem Essays By Joan Didion
The last one I can tell you that I am addicted to her writings and have googled odd essays from magazines and interviews to get my fill. The other 2 , I would have to have hypnotic regression to figure it out.
Lesson? Maybe variety is the spice of reading life or, no holds barred , no judgement, reading buffet.
Maybe all of the above plus some. I can’t seem to stop book picking.
There are so many good books out in the world.
Good books , great books, not so great books, I’ll never get through them books but, I was thinking today about the ones I have read more than 3 times. These are the good recommendable books.
(The cut off for passing on the titles had to be somewhere , two could just be a fluke and 10 is just too much time on your hands)
Just to narrow the field even further, only fiction that I have read more than 3 times.
Two titles jump out at me;
The Madness of Love By Katherine Davies This is a riff on Shakespeare’s the Twelfth Night and even had me going back to the Bard with new interest. Not all sweetness and light and maybe that is the draw no reality TV ending here.
Bel Canto By Ann Patchett is the second. I have even purchased copies of this to give to friends. Birthdays, terrorists and people connecting. So trite of me to write that but , I am not well versed enough to distill just over 300 pages of the paperback into a snapshot.
Every time I open the book randomly I find a small nugget where I think hmmmm.
Like dipping into candy at a candy shop.
Life is good reading is wonderful