Reading
Now that I have put book #2 to bed (it's just napping really), I have time to read. And boy do I have reading material. My editor sent me the gift of four books, including Ann Patchett's Run. The very handsome boyfriend gave me several volumes from Persephone Books, a UK publisher that reprints forgotten twentieth-century classics (most by women). The books themselves are stunning, with lovely grey jackets and period endpapers. I'm bringing one to read during my trip home. I also have John Banville's The Sea, which won the Man Booker Prize. Though the reason I picked it up was because I'd read Banville's mystery novel, Christine Falls, written under the pseudonym Benjamin Black and very much enjoyed his language. The Sea will continue my recent trend of reading books that feature the ocean. Should I get bored by any of these offerings I have several library books on research topics, just waiting for me to open them. It's been some time since I've had such a pile of books to read. I feel as I do when I've just cracked open a box of chocolates: delightful expectation.