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.