I'm sure there are people out there with to-be-read piles that dwarf mine - but that's hard to imagine right now. My bedhead bookshelf is stuffed with new titles, there are more piled on top of it, and others are winging their way from Amazon at this moment. Here's a sampling of the ones balancing over my head:
Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury
The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron
Forever My Love by Jeff Rivera
The History of the Maroons by R.C. Dallas
The Beauty of Color by Iman
Those have been hanging around since last year. Then there's To Ride the Chimera and Wolf Hunters, both by Kevin Killiany, a friend to this blog; Sacred Clowns by Tony Hillerman; King of the Wind by Marguerite Henry... I'm embarrassed to continue.
You'd imagine that a rational person would refrain from ordering books at this juncture, but I obviously can't count myself among the ranks of the reasonable and level headed. I've pursued a lifetime love affair with all things Italian, from my taste in movie stars as a teenager to my taste in food and landscapes. The movies The English Patient, My House in Umbria and Under the Tuscan Sun just honed my obsession, and then, a year ago, blog friend nyc/caribbean ragazza left her LA film producer job and moved to Italy where she now lives and writes. I was reading her blog this week and there was a quotation by Andrea Lee, an American writer living in Italy, and the end result was the addition of Lost Hearts in Italy to my Amazon cart, where it landed right next to A Thousand Days in Venice by Marlena De Blasi, so what was I to do? I threw in On Beauty by Zadie Smith for good measure, and clicked the checkout button.
My wish list is also scaring me. There's so much stuff in there, including a bunch of books by writers I know online whose books I must read. But I need to get on with the ones I have lying around here so, if you see me heading anywhere in the direction of Amazon again, looking furtive and shifty-eyed, please, I implore you, head me off. Use any means necessary.