So, it's summer. Wanderlust in progress. Rivers to find. Waters to paddle. Trails to shred with bike ties. Deep forest campsites to find. Rocks to remove from back while sleeping on the ground. Vegetables and breads to grill.
Creative projects have been started, left, picked back up, and some have been resolved. Lately, I've been in a literary hoarding mode. A friend came over last week, saw the books on my countertop, and said, "How are you doing things so differently in your life that you have time to read?"
I didn't have an answer. I still don't. (I am a nerd at heart, what can I say, reading is what I do among other things like steal my man's pajama pants with frequency and sprinkle nutritional yeast on just about anything.)
Some things in your life are just not worth giving up. And I read this disheartening article about the demise of the humanities ("The Decline and Fall of the English Major," New York Times) among college students. For bookstores and library collections everywhere, I will continue to do my part to spread the love of humanities, namely literature and poetry. Here is my two-week book list I tend to plow through. They appear in order of smallest to largest trim size on my counter:
"Bad Mother" Ayelet Waldman
"The Willow Field" William Kittredge
"Byron in Love: A Short Daring Life" Edna O'Brien
"When Women Were Birds" Terry Tempest Williams
"Keep the Change" Thomas McGuane
"Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs" Wallace Stegner
"The Nobody" Jeff Lemire
Next time, I'll tell you how I decide which book to start first on such an epic list. It's my own crazy process....until then, keep reading. And find a nice person (cute helps too!) to share a campfire with!