Instead of the shoes that women theoretically buy on gratuitous impulse, I have a problem with books. I adore having books piled in my house, books in my bag every time I step outside, a new book waiting for me on the nightstand while I linger over my current one. I can’t rationalize a book purchase as self-educating or pursuit of self-betterment, because I simply enjoy reading too much. I feel as guilty about the time I spend reading as I do the time I spend watching TV. I always feel like I should be using that time exercising, rather than remaining mostly motionless on the couch for an hour (or more). And let’s face it, I can burn through a lot of money on my summer reading list. So I really can’t over-celebrate the New York Public Library.
My apologies if you don’t live in New York and this is another example of New Yorkers claiming they live in the best city in the world. But I can literally ask the NYPL to deliver ANY book I desire to any branch (the branch around the corner is ridiculously beautiful and has a very colorful history including sensational crimes of the century, poets, and movie stars) for me to pick up at my leisure! What service!
Here’s what I’ve checked out lately:
The Kinfolk Table: Cookbooks are even more tempting to purchase and keep in my home than fiction or nonfiction, and I’ve actually already purchased this book twice as a gift. Alas, sometimes a girl has to budget, and I’m already a Kinfolk subscriber.
A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway: I’ve been trying to read books by Italian authors, or books that take place in Italy, to gear myself up for an impending trip (not that I need much gearing, I am counting the days!) Obviously a weightier subject than summer pies, but honestly I can’t say I was a huge fan of this work. I could barely stomach the depictions of women, and had little sympathy for the protagonist.
The Blue Bottle Craft of Coffee: research. 😉
I would love to know, what are you reading this summer?