Arms loaded with books, we pushed through the doors of our little public library yesterday morning and as we did, I commented to Wayne that it was my fourth trip there is just over a month. That constitutes a record; most years I don't make it to the library four times, let alone having done so in a month. And I think it was the third trip in that same time period for Wayne...equally rare.
It's not that I don't like to read...I do. Give me a clever story line and a plot with unexpected twists and turns and I'm instantly lost among the pages. And that's just the problem. I get so absorbed in the story I don't get anything else done. Maybe if I were better disciplined, I could justify more reading but as it stands now, there are too many other things competing for my "free" time so books and I are like far-away relatives: much loved but seldom seen.
Ahhhh, but not this past month. I've been given chunks of free time where nothing else would work except a book. Quiet time in a hospital room, down time waiting for physical therapy to end, and even just sharing a table lamp with my favorite guy while he reads to pass time during recovery. A real luxury.
I've filled it mostly with mysteries, my favorite genre. Give me a who-dun-it any time and I'm a happy reader. Nothing terribly current but that doesn't matter; they were new to me. Merry Christmas, Alex Cross was a timely given that my free time coincided with the holidays and a pretty good read, and I read The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion in a single day. While it's classified as a mystery, there were no crime scenes or dead bodies, just two stories that made you wonder how they were going to intersect. It was cute though, and I like that part of it was set in Point Clear, Alabama, just down the road from us.
I almost gave up on Gone Girl about half way through, something I think I've only done once or twice before. It seemed to drag and I was having trouble really getting into the story. I'm so glad I didn't quit as the second half of the book was worth sticking with it. Interesting, to say the least, with an ending I never would have expected...and that's always a plus. I've since learned it's being made into a movie which will star Ben Affleck and Rosamund Pike. I'm not sure I'm keen to see it, however; the news report say that the author wrote an entirely different ending for the movie. Maybe I should be more open-minded...it could be an even bigger surprise.
The books on the bottom of the stack photographed above are Wayne's. I pick mysteries; he chooses travel books. We find our escapes in different ways. There's a story about his books, however. We were about to make our trip to the library so I hurriedly stacked all the books together for the picture. Then I promptly forgot that he still had 15-20 pages left to read in Here, There, Elsewhere. I grabbed it along with all the other books, threw them in the car and soon deposited them in the Return Book slot at the library. Oops! He was pretty good-natured about it but I need to retrieve it for him next week.
Who knows how long this reading routine might last...at least until Wayne's outpatient therapy ends. I surely can get through a couple more stacks of books in that time, don't you think?