Here’s another stack of books beside the bed.
A friend loaned me Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl. This morning I found myself on the subway, standing next to a woman reading the same book. This is not surprising given its popularity but I did like that we were both reading it without the jacket cover (I put it back on for the picture). When I first glanced over, our pages appeared identical, each labelled an AMY ELLIOT DUNNE diary entry. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the entry on her page was dated July 5, 2008. Mine: April 21, 2009. I loved that we were in this strange time stretch together but I was just a few months ahead. What I know she will know. What she read I read once.
I found Hiaasen’s Hoot on the sidewalk. Friends with overflowing shelves gave me the rest of the stack. We can’t keep them. Take them.
I like that this stack came to me, the bindings all worn, because they didn’t quite fit where they were. These are books I didn’t seek out. But sometimes a book finds you. Sometimes the list of desired books is too enormous, the wait at the New York Public Library too long, and maybe I think I know what I want to read but don’t really, so I did something a little crazy. I pushed this spontaneous stack ahead of everything else. I’ll put my faith here.
Have you read any of these books? What are you reading?