Yesterday before lunch we stopped in at Barnes and Noble. Z loves Barnes and Noble. I do too, but I’m stingy and only want to buy books from Amazon. Plus I have The Birthday Kindle that I feel obligated to use. [I am still trying to like the thing, y’all. Kindles just weren’t made for self-diagnosed ADD readers. I need to be able to go back and reread parts of a story that I daydreamed through. With a book, you can gauge by the thickness of the open book where you need to flip back to find your lost passages. With the Kindle, everything looks the same and you are left going, “Well, I was somewhere around 3%.” It’s just taking some getting used to. Stop pressuring me.]
I have this habit in stores of taking iPhone photos of the things I’m interested in. It helps me avoid buyer’s remorse from spontaneous purchases and I can goggle reviews and better prices at home. So yesterday I took photos of books I may want to read later on. I have an entire stack of books I need to finish at the house and another, um, list on my Kindle. I’m good on the reading material for a while, but I still want to check these books out. I had to get pretty stealthy with the photos after the first two shots. The B&N guy thought I was up to high treason. He kind of stalked me, which was weird because I was standing at the same table for an extended period of time. Whatever. The Man can’t keep me down, but he can make me take bad photos.
I’m on a non-fiction kick, which I used to hate.
A rebuttal to Nickel and Dimed. The story of how a tall, blond haired, blued eyed, college educated boy made it in America. OK, so I’m skeptical, but I’ll give it a try. The guy lives in Raleigh now. If I don’t like it, I can hunt him down and tell him so.
I am fascinated by this! Random people are invited to send in postcards with their deepest secrets written on them. There is a blog too. I imagine it is incredibly freeing. I don’t like having secrets. They give me heartburn.
Considering issuing this book to all of the kids that come into my office in the upcoming school year.
Fiction! I believe the main character gives the fatal dose of morphine to Hank Williams and his life goes downhill from there. That has to be some good readin’.
I would love to delve into the mind of Pete! the Wonder Pup, but I’m afraid once I get in there it will be nothing but peanut butter.
I eventually became bored with annoying my B&N stalker, so I wandered off to find Z a copy of It Happened on the Way to War: A Marine’s Path to Peace. I couldn’t find it, but by then I was hungry and wasn’t looking very hard. Maybe The Heart and the Fist: The Education of a Humanitarian, the Making of a Navy SEAL would suit him better. I see the books as a possible melding of our differing philosophies. In reality, he would probably hate them both. Let’s not kid ourselves, transitioning a husband back to civilization after three years of deployment is a slow and steady process. But we have time and, lucky for us, we have a Kindle.
Still Currently Reading: A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. Became confused last night by A Strange Enough Ending, the chapter about his parting of the ways with Gertrude Stein. Googled analysis provided more confusion. Conclusion: Hemingway was so iffy about his friendship with Stein that he couldn’t coherently write how he felt about it. When all analysis fails, blame the writer.
Training Log: Day 2 of 7: Activity: AMT (Adaptive Motion Trainer), Time: 60 minutes, Calories Burned: 555, Motivation: Medium; Activity: C25K W3D1, Time: 25 minutes, Calories Burned: 195, Miles: Over 1 but forgot to look at final mileage, Motivation: Waning