Where do you keep the books you’re currently reading? Ever since I took to reading several at a time, they’ve found their way into every room of the house. Any flat surface is fair game.
My nightstand holds a book on writing (Flogging the Quill by Ray Rhamey), two about food (Appetites by Geneen Roth and In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan), two novels (One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcίa Márquez and The Believers by Zoë Heller), a collection of short stories (Flappers and Philosophers by F. Scott Fitzgerald), and a paperback dictionary (Webster’s), all of which are stacked, theoretically, in order of priority, except for the dictionary, which sits second from the top.
The side table in the dining room holds my Bible (NASB), a book on writing (The 101 Habits of Novelists by Andrew McAleer), the latest issues of One Story and Glimmer Train, and two copies—his and hers—of the Scrabble Players Dictionary.
My backpack carries a Will Shortz Sudoko puzzle book and a book on writing (How to Write and Sell Humor by Gene Perret) for just in case. On top of that, my car contains the giant print mystery (Chat by Archer Mayor) I’ve been reading on the treadmill at the gym.
Then there are the unexplained books which appear atop the refrigerator, the mantel, and the computer desk, not to mention the end tables. Can’t say we weren’t warned. King Solomon wrote, “Be admonished. Of the making of books there is no end.”
Maybe it’s time to check out Kindle.