June has been a month of dabbling. It has also been a month of magazines (and for good reason).
The only book which has consistently made an appearance in my bookbag? A Game of Thrones.
More than anything? I’ve been reading short stories. Alice Munro (but you knew that), Audrey Thomas, Elizabeth Crane. But I don’t usually carry them in my bookbag.
My rule about short stories is to read only one a day (some people do this with cups of coffee, but doesn’t one cup beg for another?) so toting a collection means 20 or 30 pages of reading max. For so few pages, I will just play with my phone instead.
The magazine most often in my bookbag this month? “The Walrus”. Hands — flippers — down.
But there have been issues of “Bookmarks” in between (their focus on books about ancient times added gobs of titles to my TBR list).
And book-wise? These have come along on various outings:
Starlight Tour: The Last Lonely Night of Neil Stonechild by Susanne Reber and Robert Renaud
(2005, Native justice)
The Ask and the Answer by Patrick Ness
(2009, 2nd in the YA trilogy)
Moonwalking with Einstein by Joshua Foer
(2011, Science)
The Tea Lords by Hella S. Haasse
(2010, Dutch Lit for Iris’ event)
Woe is I by Patricia T. O’Conner
(2009, Grammar)
But my attention has been fragmented. Many of these will likely be making appearances in my bookbag next month too.
And, no, I still haven’t finished A Game of Thrones.
What book(s) are you carrying with you today?
Are you enjoying A Game of Thrones? I tried to read it last summer and gave up–too many characters to keep track of, too much incest. But then, THEN, I watched the HBO movies, and now I’m hooked. It’s not often that tv enables the reading of 900-page books, but this tv sure does.
Well I’m enjoying it, and I’m reading just enough to keep my head in the characters, but I’m hoping to binge with it this weekend, because I have the feeling that’s the way to do it justice. Admittedly, one of the reasons I’m devoted to finishing it is that I want to watch the series. (Another mark of TV-is-better falls, for me, with True Blood; I like what Alan Ball has done with characterization more than what Charlaine Harris had constructed and, yet, because the TV series has brought another layer of enjoyment, I’ve enjoyed escaping into the books more than I had been before watching the show.)