Books on the train
Until I get my DSLite, the way I survive the forty minutes on the train surrounded by grumpy looking men in suits (in the morning) and half-drunk men in suits (in the evening) is by plugging in my iPod and reading. A lot. I read fast, so I’m usually almost finished with a book after I complete a round trip, and thus this week I have
- Read Saiyuki 8 and 9
- Re-read The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever, which is my absolute favorite Julia Quinn romance novel
- Re-read Reckless, by Amanda Quick
- Re-read both Dark Fire and Dark Melody by Christine Feehan. The Carpathian novels are all written like crap, and yet I keep reading them
- Cooking Light magazine (well, it’s what I’m planning to read tonight)
Yeah, there’s a lot of re-reading. I do spend a lot of money on books – A LOT - but I also live in a small apartment and am in need of more storage as it is, so I try to reread my books as much as I can tolerate it – and some, like Secret Diaries, I just like so much I can read them over and over again.
There’s a couple of books I’m thinking of buying for my train trips that just came out: Certain Girls by Jennifer Weiner and I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley. Certain Girls is the sequel to Good in Bed, which was probably the first book in my brief chick lit phase. I Was Told There’d Be Cake is a book of essays, which is not usually my thing (I am possibly the only person who has tried and failed to finish a David Sedaris book) but one of them is entitled “Bring-Your-Machete-To-Work Day.” This may be an essay collection I can get into.
Methinks a trip to B&N before I get on the train is on order. Perhaps I can continue to avoid reading this month’s issue of Cooking Light.