I keep a side bar of the books I've read all year as a way of keeping track for myself. I read rather voraciously, and as you can tell, my selections are all over the place. My friends and I often trade book recommendations and I tend to forget all but the last two or three, so the list helps.
I got my Kindle last Christmas and I read now more than ever. I love having a book at my fingertips at all times with the option to impulse buy to my heart's content.
Hence, this entry. I just had to laugh at myself.
I read two really heavy books on Auschwitz recently (Mark asked if there was any other kind) and I needed something frothy to follow up. I went with I'm with the Band by Pamela Des Barres, the self-proclaimed world's most famous groupie which led right into Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton and Me by Pattie Boyd. Pamela Des Barres wins for biggest hippie and Pattie Boyd for most lonesome, though she does remind us constantly that three of the world's greatest love songs were written for her.
If you look at it, I have quite a few celebrity memoirs over there, which is my Kindle's fault. They're generally like long people magazine articles and at the end, the Kindle gives you a few more recommendations. A few clicks later and Rob Lowe has made way for Rosie O'Donnell. It's a slippery slope.
What are you reading these days? Do you read celebrity memoirs?
3 comments:
I installed the kindle app on the iPad I got for Christmas. The Apple ibook app is also on there. I am currently reading "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes." He's kind of a celebrity to me (if 150 year old fictional people can be celebrities). I am also listening to the audiobook of "The Optimism Bias," and just finished the latest installment of George R.R. Martin's series, and the last two books about Agent Aloysius Pendergast by Preston & Childs.
Boy, I thought I was doing well with reading 14 books so far this year...My book choices are all over the place this year. Are you on Goodreads?
Can't get through books anymore for a variety of reasons, but finally renewed the New Yorker after cancelling it when the kid was about 1 year. (They came every week and seemed to mock me as they sat, unread, one on top of the other, until I finally had to clear the dining room table for it's intended use.) I feel re-connected again, but mostly am excited that the mocking has turned to hope that I may someday read a whole book again.
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