When in doubt, there are books
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
There are always more books to get rid of. I still haven't made it to the secondhand book store to see if they will accept any of what I think might be saleable books. Maybe I'll find a moment this week. I was in a book club for a few years -- when it was my turn to suggest a book I mentioned Doris Lessing's Love Again. And then I didn't read the book or go to that month's meeting. Everyone hated the book and hated me for choosing it. I still haven't ever read it, not after such scathing reviews from my friends in the club. I haven't read Bette Davis's autobiography either. Nor the Bill Bryson, nor the André Brink. I have given up the notion that I should keep books I haven't read yet -- really, if I haven't read them in the past 20 years, it's unlikely I'll get to them.
If a woodchuck could
Thursday, June 24, 2010
My mom is clearing out a small storage room in her basement. A bunch of my stuff from my teen years is still there. She skyped me and held various items up to the camera and asked what I wanted to do with them. Of course I didn't even remember that these things were there. Apparently I collected bits of driftwood at one stage. I do remember as a child making a sculpture with a piece of driftwood that looked like a tree branch and gluing litle clam-like shells on as butterflies. This was in the days before video games. I told my mom she could give these pieces of wood back to nature.
Not Gone with the Wind!
Friday, June 18, 2010
If you had told me a year and a half ago that I would be willing to give up my ratty copy of Gone with the Wind, I would have laughed in your face like Scarlett. And there is no way I would have parted with anything by Anne Rice. However. I have read Ms. Mitchell's book at least twice, same for the Vampire books — you will have to pull Interview with the Vampire out of my cold, dead hand before I'll give that one away — and am ready to make way for other reading material. I tried to finish The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, but didn't make it. The others were bathtub reads. In and out. Can't even remember the plots.
