It's still a month and half to the end of the year and I'm sitting pretty at 276 books read so far. I could, possibly, hit 300 this year.
Wait. Let me say that again: I could, possibly, hit 300 books read this year.
That's more than the average American adult reads in...well, 300 years! I'm a reading machine!
After reading sixty-six children's nonfiction picture books in a row, I must say I am eager to read a few grownup books soon. I'm working my way slowly through Gone With the Wind. And I'm thinking about The Book Thief again as yet another copy has found its way to me. (Every time I get a copy of Book Thief, I try a little and give up and pass it on only to read a rave review within hours of sending the book out into the world. Sigh. I must plug ahead and really read the book this time.)
What else?
Perfect Fifths. Somehow this book's arrival slipped past my radar.
East. I'm halfway through. Get with it, Debbie.
Snow. I hope to read this before Pamuk's visit to Houston after Christmas.
The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Perilous Journey. See East.
Shop Class as Soulcraft. I'm toying with setting this one aside. Everything I've read so far seems apparent. So, to finish or not to finish?
And another fifty or so books started but not completed, awaiting me under my bed....
Think I'll spend the rest of this day reading...and maybe visiting a few blogs....











