Just showing off some of my new purchases. Recipes and remedies for whatever the autumn has in store for me. How about a Bridget Jones’ Daiquiri and a slice of Really easy chocolate cake with chilli salt and tequila while trying to cure your fear of commitment by reading Blindness by José Saramago? Bring it on, I say!
I have bought nine books until now while travelling. The first book was already bought at the Gardermoen airport – it has recently changed from one chain to another and I had problems finding a book to buy and that was not because of too many to choose from, but because most of the books I either a had or didn’t want to read. I eventually landed on the Country Girls by Edna O’Brien and read a couple of pages while waiting for the plane to Reykjavik.
I loved every second of my days in Reykjavik and the first book store I went into was the Eymundsson on Austurstræti 18. They had a great selection of English books and I had a problem deciding which one to take with me home. I landed on Suttree Cormac McCarthy and because the weather was so beautiful and the store had a nice outdoor café, I spent some time reading there. I’m almost done with the book, but it’s hard to find time to read when you’re surrounded by people all the time.
Fast forward to San Francisco where I have spent almost a week now. I’m in awe with this city! One day while walking around Mission, I spotted this small sign saying Forest Books, and I went inside. They had a great selection of used books, and I liked how they had sorted the authors by name and country. I picked up Segu by Maryse Condé, the Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway and a first edition of Rushing to Paradise by J.G Ballard. Further down the street we came upon the Community Thrift Store where the paperbacks were 1.90 each! And of course, then I felt really bad about spending 40 on 3 books minutes before. The selection was also great here, but really unorganised. I ended up with 4 books; the Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck, the Shipping News by E. Annie Proulx, the Bone People by Keri Hulme and the Autobiography of my Mother by Jamaica Kincaid.
I’m having a blast and am excited for our road trip to start tomorrow! Just really concerned about my suitcase already being too heavy so I have to be careful about not buying too many books. And hopefully I’ll get more time to read so I at least can finish the books I have started.
Third book this year out of four. Will read it after epic summer adventure.
To celebrate that I have bought an apartment and survived the first year of teaching (unless I fail at the finish line this week), I have ordered myself 30 new books. Which is crazy when you look at the list of unread books I have. But I always stumble upon a book or five that I really want to read and buying books online is so easy. I’m quite pleased that I bought books from every continent except Australia.
I have no idea which books I will read this summer, but I have two glorious months of reading ahead of me. Just need to get done with the move and school first.
Now I’m officially out of space. But for the first time ever, I brought home more clothes than books. The first time I went into the Strand, a store with 18 fucking miles with books, I was completely bookstrucked and came out with none. The second time, I was prepared with a long list of what to get. I really liked the way they mixed old and new books, found the exact copy of Buddenbrooks which I lost on a plane a month ago.
The view from our hotel room was pretty magnificent. If you want somewhere cheap to stay and don’t mind sharing a bathroom with the entire floor, I recommend Hotel 31.
(and this is just an excuse to show off some of the far to few pictures I took and to brag about my superawesome trip.)
Posters bought at postertext and shipped to my Canadian friend. Will be hanged on my walls eventually. The books are bought at used book stores, Chapters, airports and one even in Duluth, Minnesota. And one I got from a friend when I asked about indigenous writers.
And because it was my birthday yesterday, I made a great order from amazon; Legend of a Suicide by David Vann, Queer by William S. Burroughs, the Prince of Mist by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, What I loved by Siri Hustvedt, the Still Point by Amy Sackeville, Night Waking by Sarah Moss and Beauty of Humanity Movement by Camilla Gibb.
I and Ikea furniture do not get along. I always get something wrong. This time as well. The top shelf is the wrong way, I couldn’t get the screws out again so it is stuck, and therefore I couldn’t get the cardboard fitted on the back either. I’m not touching the other bookshelf until I have someone of the opposite sex present.
As I had just one suitcase with me when I moved down south, most of the books are bought in the two past months. Will bring some more with me when I go home for Christmas, still have plenty of unread books in my bookshelves there.
I also bought my first proper plant today. Hopefully it will live a prosperous life.
ps. A new camera is on my wishlist for Christmas, can’t take good pictures when you see nothing.
No more buying books until 2011 or when I get a proper job (whichever comes first). Missing the Last Living Slut by Roxana Shirazi as it won’t be released until Mid-July. Instead of putting books in my basket at Amazon, I have started to put the books I want on my Wish List, more or less obsessive-compulsory.
But more than anything I need a new camera. Hard to take good pictures when the screen is black.