I should not be allowed to walk into a library unattended. It's worse than when I'm left unattended at Strand. Because the books at the library are free. I ALWAYS walk out with far more than I could possibly read before they're due. I walked in to pick up Paula Fox's Desperate Characters (which had come in from my epic holds list), and walked out with Roberto Bolaño's 2666 and Dana Spiotta's Eat the Document.
Now my current "to-read/to-be-finished" pile consists of those, as well as Waugh's Brideshead Revisited (which I'm almost finished. Damn good book!) and a halfway finished The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family, which weighing in at 600+ pages is a bit too unwieldy to take on the subway. At least my chronic book ADD hasn't taken me too far off course from my 30 Before 30 self-imposed challenge...
Just got my ARC for Adam Johnson's The Orphan Master's Son in the mail from Random House and man do I have poor impulse control. I'm like a raccoon sometimes when it comes to books. (In the way that they're distracted by shiny things. Not the picking through your garbage kind of way). Sometimes, despite how amazing the book is that I'm reading, when I get a new one from the library or in the mail, I get super distracted by how excited I am to start reading it that I eventually give in and try to justify to myself reading both books at once. So Graham Greene's The End of the Affair has now been downgraded from bedside to commute status (purely a decision based on weight of the book) and dove in. I'm only about 20 pages in but already SO good. Expect a full review in a week or so...unless something else exciting comes in the mail...then I make no promises.
