hooked on books

I caught book fever on the plane ride to Turkey; I brought four books with me and finished them all in 10 days’ time, first one being the weighty tome The Poisonwood Bible. Then 1984, Middlesex and, for a change of pace, Living the Liturgy.

But I didn’t stop there. Upon returning home I devoured Terry Pratchett’s first two novels in the Discworld series: The Color of Magic and The Light Fantastic. The third novel, Equal Rites, arrived today from a fellow PaperBackSwap member. I haven’t started it yet and the anticipation is killing me.

Bridge to Terabithia lasted an afternoon. The Memory Keeper’s Daughter lasted two. Cat’s Cradle has occupied my bedtime reading, and during less harried hours of the day I’m often busy underlining passages of On Wealth and Poverty or At the Corner of East and Now.

As a part of his homelearning, Stephen and I are together reading The Teenage Liberation Handbook. He finished Eats, Shoots & Leaves before I did and sad to say, it went back to the library before I had the chance to polish it off. Better luck next time.

Atlas Shrugged awaits me next, and The Heart of Darkness isn’t far behind. Or perhaps The Chosen? It’s so hard to decide. The Sugar Addict’s Total Recovery Program will be nibbled on alongside those, and I’d really like to pick up The Gift of Fear.

My shelves are sagging. My brain is bursting.

Oh, how I love books.