Winter break I am hiding out with my dog and some books next to a warm fireplace. The library impresses me with what they have on hand from my many lists of to-read:
The Lover by Marguerite Duras
Rare and Commonplace Flowers: The Story of Elizabeth Bishop and Lota de Macedo Soares by Carmen Oliveira
Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy
The Gift: Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property by Lewis Hyde
No One Belongs Here More than You by Miranda July
The Adults by Alison Espach (listening to this one)
Lives of Girls and Women by Alice Munro
And, just to have something by a boy, one of Carver’s collections, probably What We Talk About When We Talk About Love because it looks like Will You Please Be Quiet Please is checked out.
Also, from the library/botanical garden in my office: An American Childhood by Annie Dillard
This is obviously a lot of books. But nothing has been holding my attention lately so I need a big pile which I will spread around the living room and my mom will stack neatly again each morning along with my glasses and my socks, all folded up. It has been so long since I’ve fallen in love with a book. Hopefully one of these will fix that.