Finding myself with a little time on my hands on this Saturday afternoon, I sat down to do some reading. I picked up the book I started a couple of days ago, a literary novel almost 500 pages long, and I put it right down again. I just donít have the time to invest in something that takes so much effort to read. Iím sure itís a classic, because it says so all over the cover. But I needed something lighter.
In fact, at this point I was perfectly willing to reread something Iíve enjoyed before. I ransacked my bookshelves and pulled down one of my favorite novels, Winter Solstice by Rosamunde Pilcher, and read the first few pages. This would have been a good way to spend the few uncommitted hours I might have available. The second thoughts I had this time werenít about length, but weight.
Anything I start reading now is not likely to be finished by the time I leave for the lake next weekend. (Thatís right. Iím taking a few days off, for the first time in over two years.) A book Iím going to pack to read on the boat should probably be a paperback, or at least a thinner volume than anything Iíve picked up so far. So I started hunting around the house, and then out in the garage (where the spider webs kept me from doing a more vigorous search).
Then I remembered the Borders gift certificate Suzanne gave me for Christmas, and I started looking for that, everywhere I could think of. I must have spent half an hour looking for it before I remembered that I already used it. In January, I think that was.
I nearly gave up, but I spied a grocery bag in the corner of the living room where I never clean. (One of many corners I never clean, actually.) It was filled with books that had been dropped off (again, by Suzanne, I think). Most were hard covers, but amongst them was a novel by Joyce Carol Oates called We Were the Mulvaneys. Paperback, not lightweight, but whatíre you gonna do, right? So I started reading it. And Iím pretty sure itís going to the lake with me.