Currently Reading

I'm about 100 pages into Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera, and I absolutely love it. More than 100 Years of Solitude. Equal parts romance and tragedy, I find myself uncontrolably gasping or laughing or smiling or sighing or closing my eyes on the train when I read it (so not cool). Its just such a perfect book, and comes at a perfect time for me. Funny how that can happen with books, although its not like they fall in your lap. You actively choose what to read. Still...I seem to have an uncanny ability to pick the right book for the right time.

Up next on the list is my friend Jacob's book Wet: A Wild-Ass Tale of Maritime Adventure, that he wrote last year for the National Novel Writing Month in November. It's 500 pages! I also want to pick up Jonathon Safron Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredible Close sometime soon. Again, curses Chicago Public Library for making you speak to a reference librarian (why not the circ desk??) to put a hold on a book? Totally defeats half of the concept of a hold.

All this free time and train time lends nicely to my ability to finish a few books a month.