Under no uncertain terms, I must applaud muscian and writer Chris Fischer (of Starbucks at Stapley guitar-strumming fame) on the recommendation that I appoint Daniel Drennan’s “The New York Diaries: Too-True Tales of Urban Living” as the newest addition to my literary library. As only the ones who live closest to me know, I am inflicted with a bit of Attention Deficit Disorder when it comes to reading, completely, books. I start every single book that drifts my way with the uttermost desire to read it completely. But like a four-year old who views something shiny in the corner, I get distracted.
A short, and not quite representative, list of books I have begun reading in 2006 and wish to complete within the first two fiscal quarters of 2007:
You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers
How We Are Hungry by Dave Eggers
The Best of Hemingway Shorts by Ernest Hemingway
For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway (in the backseat of my Pontiac, having been purchased for two dollars from a Flagstaff bookstore last August)
Bono: In Conversation (purchased whilst bored in Toronto International Airport)
At Swim: Two Boys by James O’Neil (courtesy of my friend Ryan Patrick)
This does not include the books that I half-finished on Mill Avenue, and now sit dormant and dusty in my parents garage, until the boy and I ressurect them in August (again, not a representative list):
The Old Man & The Sea by Ernest Hemingway
The Case for Israel by Alan Dershowitz
Nor does it include the books I have recently been given (either directly or through gift cards) that I hold interest in but have not yet read:
Breathing Life Into Your Characters by Rachel Ballon (courtesy of Justin’s parents)
What Is the What? by Dave Eggers (courtesy of my parents)
Nor does it include the two books I reread at least twice a year:
The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chobsky
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers (I blame this one on the recommendation for appointment by John Chandler).
In short, I vow to probably not blog again until I finish at least one of these books. But such promises are silly. I vow nothing. Just to read – but alas, where is the time? Make time, make time they say. I almost wish that I lived in a city with a subway, or an el train, and I could take it daily to work and read. However, I would invaribly miss my stop and wind up off of Wilshire when I wanted Vine, or vice versa. So, I will now begin reading in my car, and pay little to no attention to traffic. That is the perfect solution.
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