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A possibly too-revealing reading pile.

June 13, 2010 \am\30 9:09 am

This could be indicative of some sort of problem. There are so many books that I’m reading, or maybe I should say, want to be reading, that the pile is too tall to be stable. I was looking for something and started stacking up all my current books. And then I went “oh-oh.”  So I thought I’d sort them. Big mistake.

Books…

…given to me as gifts and not started yet: Outlander by Diana Gabaldon,  Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver, Death by Cashmere by Sally Goldenbaum

…lent to me and not started yet: How We Decide by Jonah Lehrer, The School on Heart’s Content Road by Carolyn Chute

…started a long time ago and never finished so now I might have to start them all over again: A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf (picked up at library book sale last year), The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon translated by Ivan Morris (borrowed from my daughter), The Divine Comedy by some guy named Dante (read this in college eons ago, loved it and I keep trying to read it again in order to figure out why).

…about writing that I hope to finish someday: The Midnight Disease by Alice W. Flaherty (I only  have 5 pages left, but I started feeling so nuts that I had to stop last fall), The Poetry Home Repair Manual by Ted Kooser (I’m dangerous with a hammer), Gogyohka (Five-Line Poetry) by Enta Kusakabe (because), Novel Voices edited by Jennifer Levasseur & Kevin Rabalais (only 8 pages to go, but it’s taken me years to get through), The Portable MFA in Creative Writing by The New York Writers Workshop (because I’ll never).

…that I pick up and read a few pages of every now and then: The Best American Erotic Poems from 1800 to the Present edited by David Lehman (because it gives me hope), Mortification: Writer’s Stories of Their Public Shame edited by Robin Robinson (also gives me hope), The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton & Janet W. Hardy (given as a gift and that’s all I’m saying).

…of the DIYishness that I’m reading because they’re for research or I’m actually using them: The Woodturner’s Handbook by Frank W. Coggins (research), Stitch ‘N Bitch Nation (though I find it hard to knit in the warmer months), Anticraft: Knitting, Beading, and Stitching for the Slightly Sinister by Renee Rigdon and Zabet Stewart (gift from hubby cause he saw it on ebay and knew I’d like it), Stone Primer by Charles McRaven (hey, I like rocks), Cordwood Building by Rob Roy (cause it’s how I’m building my writer’s cabin), The Traditional Bowyer’s Bible Volume Four by a bunch of folks (cause I shoot a bow and am slowly making my own).

…of the poetry sort that I’ve been slowly perusing since obtaining during the past  six months or so,  mostly at readings but not all: Aim Straight at the Fountain and Press Vaporize by Elizabeth Marie Young (borrowed and still not returned), My Father’s Kites by Allison Joseph,  Lovers of the Lost by Wesley McNair, Naugatuck River Review Issue 3, The New Life by Richard Tillinghast, Shiva Dancing by Van Hartmann, Dear Photographer by Jason Labbe, Frisson: An Anthology of Erotic Poetry from Stairwell Books, Song of the Drunkards by Brad Davis, Opulent Hunger, Opulent Rage by Leslie McGrath, Present Vanishing by Dick Allen, Small House Breathing by Claire Zoghb, Three Vanities by Lori Desrosiers, Everything is Everything by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, Blood Dazzler by Patricia Smith, Pink Elephant by Rachel McKibbens, Bang Ditto by Amber Tamblyn, Seamless Matter by Ravi Shankar, The Futurist’s Mistress by Lorraine Schein, and God Save My Queen by our own Daniel Nester (this is not shameless brown-nosing, honestly, but as soon as I got this book home from his reading here in CT I had to look up my personal favorite Queen song, Killer Queen, so now this book’s in my currently-reading pile).

…books I’m actually currently really reading, though some faster than others (I need to review them): The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature by Matt Ridley (this is a reprint that caught my eye, ha!), Rock My Socks Off by Jeremy Edwards, The Ticking is the Bomb by Nick Flynn, Good Porn: A Woman’s Guide by Erika Lust (on the top of the pile, duh!)

So, is this problem of mine in the DSM-IV? I thought about linking everything, but that would just be insane.

note: there are a couple of names that should have a  foreign dohicky on them but I couldn’t find them on my keyboard late last night. my sincere apologies.

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3 Comments
  1. June 13, 2010 \am\30 10:46 am 10:46 am

    I always think Barbara Kingsolver is a mystery writer because of the “solver”

  2. June 13, 2010 \pm\30 2:12 pm 2:12 pm

    Oh my! I can sure relate to this post.

    If I had a nickel for every book I have laying around the house with bookmark somewhere between title paga and page last in it…

    I could by more books.

    Craig

  3. June 13, 2010 \pm\30 2:13 pm 2:13 pm

    Of course, but “title paga” I mean “title page.”

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