What happens when I go to the library alone

As if you can’t tell from my goodreads widget over there (if you’re actually viewing this at my blog, anyway), I tend to read a fairly wide variety of things at once. Which of course, I take great pride in. Or else why would I do it? If I can make the cashier at the bookstore comment on the range of genres in my stack, I consider it a personal victory.

Of course, these quit-my-day-job-to-live-my-dreams days, I don’t have throw money in the air at the bookstore kind of cash anymore. Which means my weird stacks are now assembled at the library. After years of guilting and pressuring myself about how many books I should have out at once, I have finally given myself permission to check out ALL! THE! BOOKS!, and if some of them go back to the library unread, it’s going to be okay. This stack is definitely a result of this experiment, I have at least eight library books at home already, and actually every book I am reading at the moment is a book I own, not a library book at all. (shocking)

I really love this stack. A biography of Charles Darwin in poems? Check. A Kenyan crime novel, even though I hardly ever read crime/mystery, but it’s from my favorite publisher? Check. A collection of afrofuturist short stories from my latest small press obsession? Check. A feminist meditation, blurbed by bell hooks, from a university press? Check. A graphic novel of Miles Morales as Spider-Man? Check.

The other two I checked out for my kids. But I may read The Guardians of the Galaxy.

What about you? Do you use the library? Do you feel like you have to control the number of books you check out at once? If so, what’s your system? If not, how did you give yourself the permission to lead such an extravagant book life?

Twelve hours in

We missed a two-hour update because Josh’s birthday dinner. Which was lovely Indian food, yay! Now we are back and have built the fire back up and are reading again. For a while Jefferson just wasn’t feeling it, so I made him a stack of books from my shelves I thought he might like, and he is happily diving into The Martian, cackling and reading sections aloud to me until I beg him to stop.

The Martian

As for me, I switched over to poetry for a while. I didn’t get many pages in, because of the break, and because, you know, poetry.

Poems from the Book of Hours The Night is Darkening Round Me (Little Black Classics, #63)

So technically half-way through, though I am sure neither of us will stay up for the whole thing. Still, our progress isn’t bad:

Jen’s cumulative totals:
Books finished: 2
Pages read: 764

Jefferson’s cumulative totals:
Books finished: 2
Pages read: 999

Jefferson would like Katie to know that he has now passed 1000, so she has to donate at least $30 just for him. 😉

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