Reading list
I'm off to the wilds of Maine for the next six days, which means I need a pile of reading material. So this morning I gathered a bunch of books off the bookshelf that I've been wanting to read for a while. Here's a list of what I came up with:
Portnoy's Complaint, Philip Roth
Clemente, David Maraniss
Krakatoa, Simon Winchester
Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer
Bringing Down the House, Ben Mezrich
A Million Little Pieces, James Frey (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH, I know. But I'm curious, and it was given to me, so I'm not actually supporting him financially, so whatever.)
I gazed at this pile with satisfaction, and then was stopped cold by a thought: Could I BE any more of a boy? Baseball, volcanoes, MIT nerds, male druggie "memoir," perverse male sexual longing? Jesus. And let's not even mention the fact that I'm in the middle of a P.G. Wodehouse book.
So I just sent my husband out to buy I Feel Bad about My Neck by Nora Ephron. Sue me -- it's clear I need some serious help. And it's better than Divine Secrets of the Traveling Ya-Ya Pants or whatever.
Update: I'm back, and managed to crack not one of the above titles. Instead, I read 102 Minutes: The Untold Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers. An outstanding, heartbreaking piece of reporting, and in classic Blog in Throat style, a wholly inappropriate vacation read. Still, highly recommended.
Portnoy's Complaint, Philip Roth
Clemente, David Maraniss
Krakatoa, Simon Winchester
Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer
Bringing Down the House, Ben Mezrich
A Million Little Pieces, James Frey (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH, I know. But I'm curious, and it was given to me, so I'm not actually supporting him financially, so whatever.)
I gazed at this pile with satisfaction, and then was stopped cold by a thought: Could I BE any more of a boy? Baseball, volcanoes, MIT nerds, male druggie "memoir," perverse male sexual longing? Jesus. And let's not even mention the fact that I'm in the middle of a P.G. Wodehouse book.
So I just sent my husband out to buy I Feel Bad about My Neck by Nora Ephron. Sue me -- it's clear I need some serious help. And it's better than Divine Secrets of the Traveling Ya-Ya Pants or whatever.
Update: I'm back, and managed to crack not one of the above titles. Instead, I read 102 Minutes: The Untold Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers. An outstanding, heartbreaking piece of reporting, and in classic Blog in Throat style, a wholly inappropriate vacation read. Still, highly recommended.