Books I started (last week), but could not finish:
Talk to the Hand (Lynne Truss)... I don't know if taking advice on ettiquette from someone so grumpy is a very good idea.
A Million Little Pieces (James Frey)- I fell in love with the cover awhile ago. Until Oprah slapped her sticker on it. But immediate circumstances have sparked an increased interest in the psychology behind addiction and recovery. And I think that it's probably a really good book. I appreciate the irreverence, the rage and the detailed descriptions of the many varieties of vomit. The 100 pages I made it through were- a lot. I hated him and I wanted to hold him... much like my more personal addict.
But that book is thick, and in it's poetic-ness, well, it's very redundant. And I am very impatient. I think I will try it on audio, though. And deciding not to finish it sort of makes me feel the guilt of giving up on him.
Books in my possession that I want to read:
The Quickening of America (Lappe and DuBois)
Breakfast of Champions (Kurt Vonnegut)
Twenty Years at Hull House (Jane Addams)
Out of my Life and Thought (Albert Schweitzer)
Clearly, I am not much for fiction. Unless it's incredible. But I'm always open for suggestions.