I am such a book slut, it is reprehensible. I just never know what kind of mood I’ll be in and what I’ll want to read, y’know? So there’s always a variety to choose from. Then there’s the bath variety (Stephen King’s On Writing, and a Paul Keating biography, if you want to know), the train variety (A Farewell to Arms, it fits in my fancy handbag), the lounge variety (cookbooks from the library and Jay-Z’s Decoded), and the bed variety.
I keep re-starting An Everlasting Meal because I fall asleep and can’t remember what she said. She’s a very whimsical writer, like boiling eggs is poetry. I vague out a lot.
The Complete Buddhism for Mothers is heavy and I think I should have bought the volumes separately. But I started it and I like it. I’m a pretty zen mama so it makes me feel like I’m on the right path.
I want to like The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and I do. But I’m not the rabid fan I thought I’d be. I’m almost done.
The Not Quite Nigella book is funny. And eyebrow-raising. I will never be able to look at Mr NQN again without thinking he was solely breastfed until the age of five. If I tried that, both my children would turn my kitchen upside-down in a frenzy of trying to find actual food. They eat more than I do now and neither of them are over the age of three.
The Icarus Deception was a spontaneous purchase at the Seth Godin lunch. I expect I will be jumping from the windows shouting things like “rules are for sissies and the oppressed, I am a genius artist with an amazing product to sell!” when I’m finished reading it.
Also included are seventy bobby-pins from a party the other night, Natio lip balm that I usually keep in the drawer lest small people stick their small fingers in it, and earphones because I have to have my iPod at night.
Also also included but not for long is the nightstand I adopted from my sharehouse days when I first got together with Matt. I don’t know whose it was or where it came from, but I’ve had it nine years now. And it’s still filthy and old and falling apart and probably time to jettison in the Great Spring Cleanout of ’14.
What’s on your nightstand?