I actually made some progress on my bedside book stacks, which is good as I was tripping over them with some frequency. Granted, I have tripped getting out of bed even when there’s only a pristine floor.
I’m in the middle of both Love and Math, by Edward Frenkel, and Secondhand Time, by Svetlana Alexievich (so, technically, those are either *on* the bed or in my purse…but we’re being analog here).
Still forming the foundation of pile #1 are Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk Naked Pictures of Famous People by Jon Stewart, and Neil Gaiman’s American Gods. Joining them are Amen, Amen, Amen by Abby Sher and All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy.
Pile #2 consists mainly of borrowed books: Preparations for the Next Life by Atticus Lish, Beauty is a Wound by Eka Kurniawan, The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson, and, on my Kindle, Goodbye Vitamin by Rachel Khong. Rounding out that stack is Augustus by John Williams, which was my holiday office party prize.
(And underneath all of that are about five magazines that I haven’t gotten to. That’s okay, because I like to take them on flights as a sort of ballast.)
