Every day of this past week has been a little crazy. A million things to do, places to go, and chores to finish. All of this so some vacation days can be enjoyed in the upcoming week. Why is there so much to do to actually be able to relax?
As always, I begin thinking about which books I want to bring with me when I go somewhere a few weeks in advance. I need choices. What type of book will I be in the mood to read? What if one stinks or what if I read way faster than normal (don’t laugh, it could happen) and need more books? Of course I’ll have my Kindle and that has more books than I could need. But always in the back of my mind, the thought lurks-a Kindle is an electronic device, it could fail. There’s no way I would ever not have traditional books with me. I’m totally ready in the event of a zombie-apocalypse, at least book and wine wise 😉
I decided a few days ago which books I would bring along. Those books are the ones inside the cute yellow bag. As I begin to read them I will share them with you all. There is one in particular that I am so excited to read. I decided at the last minute to throw in The Nest, because
A. I just picked it up a used copy thanks to a good review by a fellow book blogger. I had previously been on the fence about it. Thanks @eastcoastapproach
B. The cover is beautiful
Again, I need choices. Just like with clothes, what if something you thought was going to be good actually decides to be itchy or all of sudden fits weird? Yeah, I know you understand.
Also in my bag is my giant, somewhat water-damaged book of variety puzzles. It’s the thing with a bright green mechanical pencil sticking out of it. Yes, this officially makes me a hundred and four, but sometimes I do want to do a word search or crypt-o-gram puzzle. No shame.
There are three magazines inside as well. Two I haven’t read and the third has a list of the best bookstores in the south, one of which I hope to be visiting next week. If I do get the chance to go, I will take you all with me (at least in pictures).
Currently I’m halfway through reading Child 44 by Tom Rob Smith.
It’s the first book in a trilogy that takes place in Russia. I’m sort of on a Russian kick- if reading two books in row that take place in Russia equals a Russian kick? I’ve read The Farm by Smith last year and enjoyed that as well.
Stalin’s Soviet Union is an unofficial paradise, where citizens live free from crime and fear only one thing: the all-powerful state. Defending this system is idealistic security officer Leo Demidov, a war hero who believes in the iron fist of the law. But when a murderer starts to kill at will and Leo dares to investigate, the State’s obedient servant finds himself demoted and exiled. Now, with only his wife at his side, Leo must fight to uncover shocking truths about a killer-and a country where “crime” doesn’t exist.
So far so good!
Last but never least, the red and white top sticking out of my bag belongs to one of my favorite wines called Jam Jar. It’s a red sweet shiraz and it’s lovely, especially when paired with a book.
Have a great evening and read lots of words!
“From the reading of ‘good books’ there comes a richness of life that can be obtained in no other way.”
-Gordon B. Hinckley