spine out

Last night we went down to the Magnolia, and despite the rain and our hazy senses of direction, we stopped first at Paciugo for some gelato. Oh, gelato. It's been far too long. I was so happy to see that they had melon. I love melon gelato. It always makes me think of Venice. (because that was the first time I'd had it, and nothing more poetic than that.) We saw Under the Same Moon. It was a very nice movie. I'd definately recommend it to just about anyone.

But I can't remember whether it was during the ride down into or the ride back up from Dallas that our conversation turned to books. And Ryan is currently reading between 2 and 8 books. And he explained his recent preference for non-fiction. Which is fine. Great. But since then, I've been thinking about how long it's taken me to read this one book. Just the one. And that I miss having books piled up in every room to read whenever I happen to be near them. And I miss going to the library. I haven't been in months.

So today, not having any scheduled events to attend, I decided to follow this blue LIBRARY sign that I pass on my commute to work every day. And I found the Irving Valley Ranch Library. It's small. It's not a very impressive library. But it is in a convenient location for me. So I got myself a library card after walking every aisle of the FICTION section. Because, I love good fiction. I really do.

Here are some lists:

What I'm trying to hurry up and finish before I allow myself to begin a new set of books: Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner

What I took home from the library:
Giraffe by J M Ledgard
Shopgirl by Steve Martin
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

What I was disappointed not to find:
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
Lolita by Nabokov

What I considered, but did not take:
Moll Flanders by Dafoe
Plainsong by Haruf
Peace Like a River by Leif Enger

What I keep telling myself I'm going to buy:
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard
Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson
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