Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Too Many Big Books
Returning books to the library unread always gives me a feeling of sadness. I hated to send these back without a farewell, and perhaps an honorable mention here by way of a photo. They didn't go completely neglected, either--I skimmed and read bits here and there.
When I had put several volumes on hold during snatches of time away from my couch last month I didn't take the time to notice how many pages were there waiting to be tackled. Today when I hauled them from the car to the deposit slot my elbow nearly popped out of its socket from the weight.
But I did keep one by Coetzee, one on Hawaii, and one on Africa, with hopes of reading on a retreat this month. And now that I can gaze long at food blogs again I don't need a whole book on risotto, do I? The top two items are sets of tapes I thought we might listen to in the car on trips, but that didn't happen.
There are many thoughts stewing, to be written about the books I actually did read during that intensive period. But this nearly empty communication is far easier to accomplish.