I am the Queen of All Genres, the Indecisive Persnickity Reader, and I seem to Require a Book for All of Life’s Moments.
I don’t think I’ve had my grubby little hands in this many books at once since I was in college. I have reading ADD or something:
War Journal by Richard Engel
This is about his time in Iraq from 2003-2007, and is much more political/factual than the previous Fist in the Hornet’s Nest, which read much like a memoir. Journal is informative but pretty heavy reading. I’ve been hitting 5-10 page of this a night as I nurse Patter to drowsiness/sleep.
The Best Short Stories 2007, Edited by Salmon Rushdie
God, I’ve been reading this collection for months now. At first I whipped through a few stories and felt inspired to write short fiction again. This plot is ripped from the headlines~I can do that! This one is utterly fantastic and dreamlike~I could do that! And then some time passed, and I picked it up again, and I got depressed. I’ll never write like this. And I would have a terrible time falling asleep, feeling inadequate and trying to come up with a new goal in life. So, yeah. It’s taking a while to get through this. But the stories are great. Really.
The Man Who Invented Christmas: How Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol Rescued His Career and Revived Our Holiday Spirits, by Lee Standiford
My father gave this to me for Christmas last year, and I figure, t’is the season. So far I’ve used it as Emergency Children are Napping the Car Far from Home reading, and when I use the pumping room at work. So I’m 50 pages in and no where near Dickens creating Scrooge McDuck.
I’m learning all kinds of interesting things about early publishing houses and author/house relationships, and am reminded that the college class I took titled something like, Dickens and Suffering in Victorian England was taught by an instructor who was way too sentimental about debtors’ prisoners and unclaimed corpses and the poverty of people who are long dead. I donno. Maybe I thought people in Africa currently dying of AIDS deserved more of our tears. This is probably why I only got a B+.
Anyway. I bet you didn’t know that Dickens and his wife visited America for the first time in 1842, a mere four years after the first steamship trip across the Atlantic. (Imagine flying in a commercial plane only four years after the first flight. Eeek.) And, Catherine Dickens left her children behind in England with her sister. Her FOUR children, including a SEVEN month old baby. The travel + the American tour was five and half months long. Clearly there was a wet nurse involved here. Bye, kids! C-Ya! Mommy will blow you a first birthday kiss from across the ocean!
I can’t decide if Catherine was totally crazy and negligent, or if her decision to take a near-six month vacay with Charlie was a stroke of brilliance. Hey Sweet Cheeks, want to run off to Hawaii and leave the kids with my mom till May? Not an entirely awful proposition, is it?
Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore
Hadn’t heard of it until a book club pal handed it to me. Clearly missed out on a pop culture moment several years ago when this one became the talk of the town. I’m 40 pages in and really enjoying the writing, creativity, humor, and the poignant moments. I’m reading this when I nurse Patter for his afternoon nap. Vs. bedtime reading. See? Entirely different purpose/book.
And finally, some memoir about a guy who relates all of his childhood stories to movies.
I started this one in August, the weekend of the triathlon. Brought it home with me from Chicago and haven’t opened it since. It may sit a while longer.
In the next few weeks, I’ll start The House on Fortune Street, by my former graduate school prof, Margot Livesey, for my book club.
Clearly, I need to STOP THE MADNESS. Or at least not watch TV until 2010.
What’s on your night stand? Do you read one or two books at a time like most sane people, or are you on the path to insanity like me? See you there!

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November 10, 2009 at 4:06 pm
I keep a pretty large stack next to the bed. Right now I just finished “Juliet, Naked” and “NurtureShock” and have “206 Bones” and “Angel Time” queued up along with “This Is Where I Leave You” and–lifted from a previous post of yours–”Siblings Without Rivalry.”
November 10, 2009 at 9:11 pm
I’m reading In the Woods right now and it’s good but man. I am lucky to read 10 pages a night, so it’s going to take forever. I just finished Houston, we have a Problema, by blogger Gwen Zepeda, it was cute and a fun read. I’m going to look for that Charles Dickens book for a friend of mine who plays Scrooge every year. So thanks!
November 11, 2009 at 11:04 am
Is “In the Woods” the Tana French novel? I was asked to review it for a publishing PR company, and I remember really liking it. Haven’t read the follow-up (“The Likeness”) yet, though.
November 11, 2009 at 4:24 pm
Let’s see:
1. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (I think I have about 10 pages left)
2. The Blind Assassin-Margaret Atwood (about halfway through this one)
3. Shame-Salman Rushdie (about 30 pages in)
4. Atlas Shrugged-Ayn Rand (about 50 pages in)
Also planning on hitting Order of the Phoenix soon (and yes, I know it’s pathetic that I haven’t yet read all these books about five times). I think I am well on the path to insanity.
November 13, 2009 at 11:24 am
Just finished A Walk in the Woods & Anderson Cooper’s memoir. Started The Year of Living Biblically and loving it so far.