I was in Hong Kong last night, tagging along with Kitty Fane as she made a complete wreck of her marriage and wondering the whole time why she was so convinced that her lover would leave his wife for her, when all of a sudden an announcement came up that the coffee shop was closing in ten minutes. And then I had to wonder where the last hour went and how I could have possibly been comfortable with my arms in that position.
I’ve really been getting sucked into books in the last couple of weeks. So far in July, I’ve finished a book on every odd-numbered day, including The Mongoliad, Book 3, which I finished in two days (all 697 pages of it). Maybe it’s the heat and humidity (which have been especially awful this week), or maybe it’s the TV I haven’t been watching. I’ll open up a book, and within a paragraph or two, I’m off to Hong Kong, or Mongolia, or Scandinavia.
And then there was The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe, which was wonderful but made me feel like I haven’t been doing nearly enough with my life after reading about all the amazing things Mary Anne Schwalbe did in her life.
Anyway. July’s books so far:
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance– Robert M. Pirsig
The Mongoliad, Book 2– Neal Stephenson, Greg Bear, et. al.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane– Neil Gaiman
The Mongoliad, Book Three– Neal Stephenson, Greg Bear, et.al.
The End of Your Life Book Club– Will Schwalbe
I’m in the middle of The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrun, by J.R.R. Tolkien, and The Painted Veil, by W. Somerset Maugham.