like oprah's book club, but not
like oprah's book club, but not
I read at an early age. I didn't confine myself to books. I read cereal boxes and street signs and instruction manuals. Anything that had letters on it was my domain. To this day, I still read license plates as if they were words. I read road signs even though I already know what they say.
So suffice it to say that while most kids had this fantasy about being let loose in a toy store, my fantasy that one day I would be sitting in the corner of my favorite bookstore and the store would close and they would forget I was in there. And then I would get to spend the whole night in the bookstore, reading and browsing and being thrilled by the intoxicating smell of new books. I still think about that. A bookstore is still my favorite place in the world.
Aldo has his primer on how to shop in a bookstore (4/15 entry), but I think that's more for bookstore novices, for people who are overwhelmed by the sheer volume of paperbacks and hardcovers and sundry other paraphernalia. Me, I let my book sense take me through the store.
Yesterday, it failed me. For the first time.
I couldn't find anything that thrilled me. Maybe it was the mood I was in. Maybe it was the puppet show going on in the back of the store. Maybe I was a little pissed off that this particular book store's graphic novel section featured nothing but Star Wars books. I don't know. I just wandered aimlessly through the store, picking things up and putting them down and listening in on other people's conversations.
You know, that Byron dude.
Wasn't Beowulf a character on The Simpsons?
Mom, I think Casey just puked in the religion section.
Martha Stewart makes me hot.
I ended up in the children's section. I looked through the picture books and the shelves full of series for young readers, beginning readers, intermediate readers, readers who only like books with fart jokes, readers who only like books with creepy monsters. I picked up a book about the American Revolution for DJ. He only reads non-fiction. And books with fart jokes.
I spent the rest of my lunch hour wandering through the aisles, trying to find something that would jump off the shelf and into my arms and scream "Read me!" It never happened. I found a Henry Rollins book that Justin could add to his collection. I picked up book on creative writing for Natalie. I got a copy of Harold and the Purple Crayon for my nephew because he looks just like him.
Nothing for me. I can't trust my book sense anymore. It led me nowhere. I need something to read. I need a book that will grip me enough so that I won't want to put it down. I'll call in sick and ignore the laundry and forget to feed my children because this book is that good. That's what I'm looking for. It could be fiction or non-fiction, horror or fantasy or prose or epic poetry. It could have women or men or children or ghosts. I'm not picky. I just want it to be great.
So, what are you reading? Use the comments. Recommend something. Praise a book. Tell me about an author. Give me something to sink my reading teeth into. My book sense thanks you in advance.