Classes are over, and we have officially entered Reading Week. I am obliging and spending a good chunk of the week reading...
but not for class.
In the last 24 hours, I finished Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything is Illuminated, and started Lee Smith's The Last Girls. Neither of these have seen the bookshelf since they were purchased, though, so they make no dent in the rows of books waiting to be read. That's what the summer is for, I suppose.
JSF: A book is an intimate object whether you are conscious of it when you are writing it or not. A book is something that is seen with the eyes on a shelf, pulled off the shelf with the hand, taken home. What percentage of people do you think read a book in bed? 80? 90? People read books in bathtubs. People read books in their easy chairs with their glass of wine or their coffee, their cat.