When Bongo first started courting me, or me courting him, since I basically willed it upon him to grow an affinity for me, I would do anything I could to be connected to him through more than just GMail, Google Chat, Facebook, and working around the corner from each other. He sent me an invitation to Shelfari and I had to join or else he wouldn’t like me anymore. I was slow to register my account, though, and one day at lunch he asked me “Did I send you a link to Shelfari?” Oh shit! He noticed!
So I did join the thing, but what Bongo didn’t know at the time was that I’m actually a very ill-read person. When it comes to classics, I just listened in on the discussions during my AP English classes and got by on masterful skimming and parsing. I did read all of Cyrano de Bergerac. And a handful of other things that were simply interesting to me. But nearly a decade later, I still haven’t finished The Fountainhead even though I’m pretty sure I turned in a book report about it. I guess when you’re recommended Don Quixote by a precocious genius friend in fourth grade, you kinda just realize that you’re not meant to be on the same level as everyone else. Synaesthesia, I still haven’t finished Don Quixote.
After the California Academy of Sciences, we went to Green Apple Books in the Richmond district to be booky. I’m on a very strict Pay for Nothing Beyond Food, Gas, and Rent (Plus taxes, which I haven’t filed yet!) diet, so I had to deal with perusing the store for things I’d like to read, if I had the time and money. Based on my selections, I can safely say I’m a contemporary literature girl. I break for autobiographies, but they have to be written by witty, enjoyable people whose lives I share no similarities with.
So anyway, I want to read these:
And subscribe to these:
Like most adults these days, my reading time is totally dependent on how many hours I spend on public transportation. I’m hoping that My Next Big Thing requires me to sit on BART for at least a half hour one way. And that My Next Big Thing comes soon.
My magazine consumption relies entirely on leisure travel hours, so I should be wishing for a nice trip soon, too.