![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Day 679: Auditioning books
Jan. 25th, 2022 10:24 pmIt turns out I have seven or eight library books due in the next three weeks, plus two waiting for me at the library, plus I want to read that book by Robin Wall Kimmerer and I've also started the next Rivers of London book, so... something will just have to wait. So about 45 minutes ago I sat down with three of the books, deciding to read one chapter each and then classify each as, (1) buy it now and read it later, (2) read it before it's due but don't buy it, and (3) just take it back to the library and get it again later.
I ended up with one of each. Inflamed: Deep Medicine and the Anatomy of Injustice strikes me as a book I'll be glad to own. I don't know yet if I really want it in hardcover or if I will read it now and buy it in paperback when that edition comes out in August. An Expert in Murder - well, it was hard to set it down after one chapter, and I'll be picking it back up as soon as I finish this post, most likely. Gypsy, by Steven Brust and Megan Lindholm, aka Robin Hobb... maybe it's too artistic for the frame of mind I'm in today? As much as I wanted to love it, the first few pages did not sell me on it. So, maybe later. Added later - plus I still need to get and read the first book for the new classical music book club... Added even later ...and I also want to read the two mysteries my neighbor recently lent me, and I haven't even mentioned the stack of books I've got lined up for this year's Black History Month reading. Hm.
I had to get up extra-early again for the guy who hauls stuff away, and when he finally got here he wasn't prepared to take everything I expected him to take. He says he'll be back on Saturday or maybe next week. I was so wiped out from getting up a bit early that I took an afternoon nap.
Meanwhile, J. had a mid-day lunch/meeting with our friend MSC, about a project they're both working on, and they went to McMenamin's, where they were later joined by her husband (with whom J's played Magic for years) and their baby. J. had a turkey dip sandwich with tater tots and his favorite, a chocolate milkshake flavored with one of our local microbrews. With all those calories, he spent the afternoon in his own sleepy haze, though he then had sword class (which he joined from home), and I don't think he ever napped. (I've never had food make me sleepy, but his metabolism is very different from mine.)
I ended up with one of each. Inflamed: Deep Medicine and the Anatomy of Injustice strikes me as a book I'll be glad to own. I don't know yet if I really want it in hardcover or if I will read it now and buy it in paperback when that edition comes out in August. An Expert in Murder - well, it was hard to set it down after one chapter, and I'll be picking it back up as soon as I finish this post, most likely. Gypsy, by Steven Brust and Megan Lindholm, aka Robin Hobb... maybe it's too artistic for the frame of mind I'm in today? As much as I wanted to love it, the first few pages did not sell me on it. So, maybe later. Added later - plus I still need to get and read the first book for the new classical music book club... Added even later ...and I also want to read the two mysteries my neighbor recently lent me, and I haven't even mentioned the stack of books I've got lined up for this year's Black History Month reading. Hm.
I had to get up extra-early again for the guy who hauls stuff away, and when he finally got here he wasn't prepared to take everything I expected him to take. He says he'll be back on Saturday or maybe next week. I was so wiped out from getting up a bit early that I took an afternoon nap.
Meanwhile, J. had a mid-day lunch/meeting with our friend MSC, about a project they're both working on, and they went to McMenamin's, where they were later joined by her husband (with whom J's played Magic for years) and their baby. J. had a turkey dip sandwich with tater tots and his favorite, a chocolate milkshake flavored with one of our local microbrews. With all those calories, he spent the afternoon in his own sleepy haze, though he then had sword class (which he joined from home), and I don't think he ever napped. (I've never had food make me sleepy, but his metabolism is very different from mine.)