This happens every time. Some kind of a trip, vacation, journey and being a Reader I need to take a book or three. Can’t be away from reading, right. So I turn to the To Be Read pile. But wait, there are some other things I’ve been kind of think about, maybe read something in the way of a review, maybe a Friday Forgotten Book. Not every book fits into the take it with you category, certainly not a nice fresh hardcover with perfect dust jacket that has arrived recently. Nope, that one has to wait for later, not going to have it knocking around in a suitcase or back pack.
So what to choose? Maybe it should be something about the place I’m going, a history or non-fiction account of an event or person connected to the place. But this time the destination wasn’t fitting for that, I was just going to have some reading time. Fantasy, science fiction, mystery? That’s what I read the most of. Branch out and try a western? Maybe. Something old, something new? Starting to sound like a wedding cliche.
Novels or short stories? I always think stories make more sense, but I don’t get as fully engaged as with a novel. So I better have plenty of both.
Then from not knowing where to begin I shifted way to the other side and had a pile of a dozen or more. Sure, I always take more books than I read when I travel, but a dozen? Better cut that down. I got to five and then added a couple more. Then another. Good thing I’m not flying or I’d have to pay a penalty.
I decided to start out with a novel, one I’d been meaning to read for a couple of decades. I started it last night, so it’s going with and I’ll finish it I’m sure. But then? Stay tuned, I’ll reveal the results when I return in a few days. I hope the house sitter and the cats don’t party too hard while I’m away.