Yesterday, the Boy and I celebrated our wedding anniversary. Which one, you ask? Apparently it was the fancy cocktails and bookstores anniversary (look it up on the ultramodern chart of anniversary gifts). We went to a multicultural restaurant that serves up global dishes–we had Moroccan Chicken and Chicken Kiev–designed for sharing. It also had a pretty decent cocktail menu, and after three, it was time to head home.
Home happened to be past two bookstores. We stopped at both. I now own three more books. If I wasn’t reading anything at the moment, I’d call this a big problem, but it’s a problem nonetheless because I’m bringing in more books than I’m consuming, and I continue to let the pile grow.
However, I couldn’t help but add Ruth Reichl’s Garlic and Sapphires: The Secret Life of a Critic in Disguise, which indulges a food kick I’ve had lately. Art of McSweeney’s lets me look into the making of one of my favorite literary journals (which I love getting, but unfortunately haven’t read that much of. Making a mental note to fix that). And last but not least, I got The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer. I haven’t read any of her other books, but this one spoke to me–and by “spoke to me,” I mean a part of my brain said, “YOU MUST OWN THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW!” The next day, I’m still excited by it, so it’s going to the top of the pile. I hope my brain chose well.
If you think it has, let me know.