My Name Is Will: A Novel of Sex, Drugs, and Shakespeare by Jess Winfield I read the back cover of this one while wandering through the aisles of Barnes and Noble waiting for Glenn Beck to sign Arguing With Idiots. It looked quirky, and I am all about the quirk. I jotted the name and author down on the back of my checkbook cover so I could get it at the library. My purse is full of notes about books I want to read. My husband seems to think our money is better spent on the mortgage and the grocery store than at Amazon.com, so it's the library for me. Thankfully, Charleston County has an excellent library system.
Shakespeare: The World as Stage (Eminent Lives)by Bill Bryson No, I am not on a Shakespeare kick. I just happened to notice that a Bill Bryson book existed that I had never read. I had to remedy that situation immediately.
Charlie Wilson's War by George Crile I checked this one out last year, but I had to return it before it was due. I hope to finish it this time. I think it's a movie, but I don't like to see the movie until I've read the book. If I haven't read the book first then I couldn't drive my husband insane by constantly complaining how much Hollywood ruined the book. That's half the fun!
The Family Man by Elinor Lipman I will admit that I picked this one up off the new books shelf because I liked the cover. Yes, I am that shallow.
Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything (P.S.) by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J Dubner I think I am the only person on the planet that hasn't read Freakonomics.
All Quiet On The Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque I think I read the Cliff's Notes on this one in college. I read a lot, and I mean a lot, of Cliff's Notes in high school and college. Nothing makes me not want to read a book like being told that I have to read it. This is one of the main reasons I unschool my children, so they can be free to follow their own pursuits.
Jack Kerouac: Angel-Headed Hipster by Steve Turner This is the book that I am most excited about. I can clearly remember purchasing On the Road when I was a teenager. My family and I were on a road trip up the eastern seaboard. I bought it during a stop over in Atlantic City. I was probably about 14 or 15. I bet I read One the Road and Dharma Bums 10 times each. I wanted to be a beatnik so badly I even wore a beret (that I bought on vacation in San Francisco no less!) occasionally. I say occasionally because it cut off the circulation to my scalp. I wore lots of black and wrote bad poetry (really, really bad). I tried reading On The Road again a few years ago and wondered what I ever saw in it. Wasn't it Truman Capote who said, "That's not writing, that's typing" in reference to Jack Kerouac? Sadly, I found that to be true. It's funny how things look so differently at 35 than they do at 15. I still have a soft spot for Jack, though.
I also checked out several embroidery books--my craft du jour.
Do you think I am being a tad ambitious? 7 books, a newish craft and Christmas all in one month? Plus there's those five children and that husband who seem to think "meals" and "clean laundry" are necessary. To heck with them, I say!
Wendy
PS What I really want to read is Under the Dome: A Novel by Stephen King, but at 1000+ pages I don't think even I could finish it in the 2 week new book time frame. I think I am going to give it to a loved one for Christmas and hope that that loved on will loan it to me.
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