I am promiscuous with books. I think about other books while I’m reading a book. I buy books and then get distracted and forget to read them because I’m busy buying other books. I spend as much time looking for and thinking about books as I do reading them.
The thing is: about 200,000 books come out in the U.S. every single year. That’s 2 million books a decade. Even if reading were my full-time job, I’d never get to all the books that interest me. That’s why I rely heavily on recommendations (I ask for yours at the end of this post).
In an effort to curb my literary ADD and take control of my life, I am compiling a list of books I want to read at this moment in time, which is 11:32 a.m. on Saturday, April 26, 2014. Perhaps you, too, will be interested in a few of these titles.
(Obviously this list is in no particular order; that would just be cruel.)Read More »
Book: The Secret Life of Objects by Dawn Raffel
Publisher: Jaded Ibis Press
Why I Bought the Book: I was at Matt’s mom’s house a few months ago, asking her which objects she would pass down to her children after she died (it sounds morbid, I know, but it was fascinating and hilarious!). When I found this book, which tells the author’s life story through the objects in her home, I had to buy it. I plan to give it to Matt’s mom for her birthday (but, of course, I had to read it first).
Realization: Objects are the tangible things we have left from people who have died. Eventually, the story of the thing is going to die, too.
Memory: When my grandfather died, we cleaned out his dresser drawers. I found a photo of myself from the fourth grade.
Inadequacy: I could never write a book of objects because so many of mine come from Walgreens or Ikea and have no personal meaning to me. I still sometimes feel like a college student.
Facing Mortality: Parts of this book made me tear up a little. It might’ve been because I had PMS, but I think it was the book. Reading this book was an emotional experience–it reminded me just how delicate and fleeting life is.
Question: If you had 10 minutes to flee your home, what objects would you grab? Why?