The Onslaught of Books

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I’ve always been interested in books. I loved having my parents read to me at night. I loved reading to myself once I was able to. I even created a “reading after I’m supposed to be in bed” kit, complete with snacks and a flashlight, that I promptly bragged about to my mom, who made me disassemble the kit. For birthdays and holidays I always wanted gift certificates to book stores. The adults in my life never monitored what I read, so I read whatever I could get my hands on. I’m sure I read some books that were out of my depth, but they kind of went over my head and life moved on.

Books are my entertainment, my escape, my source of knowledge. Books are the surest way to engage me in a conversation, unless I’m almost done with a book and you’re trying to talk to me. I’m not being rude for ignoring you; you’re being rude for interrupting me. Throughout my adult life, I have bought more books than I could read in 15 years. And new ones keep being published! It’s a lot to keep up with, financially and time-management-wise.

One of my favorite books to peruse when I’m not sure what I want to read is Nick Hornby’s Ten Years in the Tub: A Decade Soaking in Great Books. This is a collection of the column he wrote for Believer. Each month he lists the books he’s purchased or received and the books he actually read, then writes about them. The book is wonderful in and of itself, but it also shows you that “the books we buy are almost as important as those we read.” (Taken from the introduction, written by Jess Walter) For so many readers, books become our identity.

I can’t help myself! But I need to start showing some restraint.

I opened my Amazon account when I went off to college. That was a lot of fun. Books practically on demand! Despite going to a Division 1 college, we didn’t have much of a bookstore in town. Not even a used bookstore. Amazon was a revelation. Then there were the advances. Amazon Prime (2 day free shipping!). The Kindle (almost any book, any time!). Shut up and take my money!

I somehow stumbled across Goodreads when I was a junior in college. That’s when my book buying got out of hand. I got so many recommendations from so many corners. Classics, which I was already determined to read because of Gilmore Girls. New releases. Even recent releases. Before Goodreads, I hadn’t read a lot of 21st century fiction. If the book had enough recommendations from Goodreads users that I liked, chances were I would buy it. I wound up wasting a lot of money books I’m sure I never read and wound up donating during a massive clean out.

Goodreads led to Twitter, led to book blogs, led to Instagram. More and more connections with people as passionate about books as me. More and more titles recommended that I’ve bought and haven’t read.

I remember the craze over The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. Everyone in the online book community had read it and loved it. I bought a copy. I tried to read it. I liked something about it, but I couldn’t get into it. I agonizingly DNF’ed it. From there for a long time, I would not read the latest most buzzed about books until the dust had settled and I could make a more informed decision on whether to buy it. There were some notable exceptions based on personal preferences–I knew I wanted to read Go Set a Watchman as soon as it came out–but I tried to stay moderate. I still bought a ton of books that I never read, but they were usually backlist.

Fast-forward to this year. I fell into the trap again. Without naming names or titles, this spring I’ve bought three much-hyped books that have been flops for me. Not only did I buy them, I freaking pre-ordered them so that I could read them on release day. That’s how much I drank the Kool-Aid. These books were mentioned by two bookstagrammers whom I like and who I love interacting with. But the books didn’t hit it for me. I even finished one of them…because it was on my Kindle. (I feel like I’m less noisy while my fiance is sleeping if I’m reading my Kindle). The other two languish on my shelves. I’m sure I’ll finish them at some point because they aren’t bad, but all these other books floating around my house seem so much more appetizing. Another bookstagrammer constantly mentions books that I wind up loving. Just today I wound up ordering one book she mentioned and pre-ordered another, out in June.

This led to some introspection on my part. As I’m starting a new career in a pretty volatile field, I need to be more careful with my money. I know I should use the library more often. But I like owning my books. That way I can write in them. Throw them across the room. Leave them partially finished for 6 months and come back to the same spot. Thrust them in the face of my best friend with a “You’ve got to read this, or we can’t be friends any longer!” I think for the time being, I will have to be more careful with book recommendations. I will have to consider the source more. Do a bit less pre-ordering, unless I’m SURE it’s going to be a winner for me (like the new Elizabeth Gilbert out in June). Take full advantage of the free samples that Kindle will send.

What are your tips for dealing with the constant onslaught of new releases?

Book Stacks

One of my favorite things to do is pull out a stack of books I’d like to read in an upcoming month. There is so much intention, so many possibilities. However, because once I am locked into reading a particular book, it’s the last book I want to read, these stacks are more symbolic than anything. Indicative of a particular mood. Yet another good intention on the road to hell.

Here is my October stack:

October Book Stack

I began this stack yesterday. I initially included The Master and Margarita and A Tale of Two Cities. I made the decision to put them back. This morning I completed the stack with a couple of other additions.

During my daily writing yesterday, I engaged in the exercise of analyzing my choices. Was there a common theme? I think there were a few themes.

The Air You Breathe (Peebles) deals with an intense female friendship. Secrets of the Flesh (Thurman) is a biography of Colette. The Complete Claudine (Colette) details the growing up of a French girl. My Year of Rest and Relaxation (Moshfegh) is about a woman literally escaping from her life. You Think It, I’ll Say It (Sittenfeld) is a collection of stories about characters in awkward situations. Changing My Mind (Smith) is a collection of essays that detail the evolution of Zadie Smith. Ann Beattie’s New Yorker Stories (Beattie) are mostly about the Baby Boomers and how they are a generation at war with itself. Not pictured is The Age of Innocence (Wharton), which I have already read, but am going to re-read, and I think highlights the different rules for men and women in society.

As I look through these very brief, very basic synopses, I feel like there are a couple of books that–to me–respond to the current news cycle. The news right now is saturated with examples of different rules for men and women and generational politics. I think that’s why I selected Wharton and Beattie. Also, the Peebles would fall under this because female relationships are so important right now. The remaining books dovetail with my inner workings. I feel like I am in a period of change and growth right now, so reading about development through a biography, novellas, and essays is why the Thurman, Colette, and Smith books would be appealing. (I bought the Thurman and Colette books 10 years ago either just before or just after my 21st birthday. As I turn 31 in November, it seemed like a good time to finally finish them) Another part of growth is the awkwardness, hence the Sittenfeld. Lastly, my current impulse is to avoid all social situations as much as possible. I just want to hibernate. I want to be alone with my lover, my books, and my writing as much as possible, so I want to read about how Moshfegh’s character avoids the real world for a year. I’m not going to do it through medications, but I can certainly understand the desire to shut out the outside world.

Another throwback to 10 years ago . . . around this time, I bought The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford, WHICH I NEVER FINISHED. I feel as though I can trace thousands of collars in book purchases languishing on my shelves (or being already donated without ever being opened) to this one book. I want to read it this month and exorcize my demons. It is the only male author on my list (and is not included in the picture). I want to read it solely because I feel like it will end something that needs to be ended. Weird, I know.

Top Ten Tuesday–Summer TBR

I contributed to Broke and Bookish when it was around. I am so thankful that Jana is carrying on the weekly Top Ten Tuesday meme. I know it’s a lot of work on her part to come up with topics and come up with her own list and post the thing on time. I love participating in TTT because it’s a great way of linking people together, but I don’t read series or YA or sci-fi, so sometimes the topics can be difficult to impossible for me to make a list for. That said, I’ll participate when I can, when I think about it, because it’s nice to have a focus for a post.

This week’s topic is Books to Read by the Pool or at the Beach (or otherwise your Summer TBR).

I’m really bad about coming up with a reading list and actually sticking to it because then it feels like required reading, which I hate doing. However, I’ve been thinking about how I should come up with a summer reading list for fun, so this topic was perfect for today!

  1. The Dud Avocado by Elaine Dundy–I’ve already started this one. It’s kind of a light breezy read about a gal coming into her own while living in Paris. So far it feels like what the inside of Holly Golightly’s head must be like, which I love!
  2. In a Lonely Place by Megan Abbott–The back cover hails this as “a classic of golden age noir.” The back cover also says it has a feminist kick and is an indictment of toxic masculinity AND has a great story. I read a few noir books for a college class, and really enjoyed them, so I’m excited to read this.
  3. Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan–I’ve seen this one floating around my radar for years. I finally bought a copy. It’s about a 17 year old in Paris with her father and his mistress. She tries to make sense of the world around her as she’s being exposed to adult bullshit at a tender age. Seems ripe for drama, bad decisions, and growth. These are a few of my favorite things.
  4. Who Is Vera Kelly by Rosalie Knecht–A spy novel about a young female who is recruited by the CIA and sent to Argentina. This is a new release and I’ve seen a lot of people talking about it, so I had to jump in.
  5. 1984 by George Orwell–Ever since November 2016 I’ve been thinking I need to read this one because that’s where we were headed, and unfortunately I’ve been right about that.
  6. Grace Paley’s Short Stories–I’m wanting to do more creative writing, yet I’ve never really been into short stories. I feel like I need to read some by a master in order to help shape my craft. Probably also throw in here short stories by Capote, Mary Miller, maybe Hemingway, and some of Josef Conrad’s shorter works.
  7. The Last Thing He Wanted by Joan Didion–I saw that they’re making this into a Netflix movie starring Anne Hathaway. I need to read this before it comes out. Also JOAN! How could I not?
  8. Sex and the City and Us by Jennifer Keishan Armstrong–I cannot believe that it’s been 20 years since SATC premiered. We didn’t have HBO and I was 10 when it first came out, but as soon as reruns started airing on TBS and E! when I was in high school, I was hooked! So often I wind up quoting the show without realizing it. I know some of the lines in the show are a bit dated and ill-informed, but I think the show has aged well.
  9. Travels with Myself and Another by Martha Gellhorn–Summer seems like a great time to read someone else’s travelogue. I love Gellhorn. She led such an adventurous life and refused to accept the identity of Hemingway’s third wife. She was so much more.
  10. Everything I Know about Love by Dolly Alderton–I love the personal essay. From the description, I think we’re about the same age, so I think this collection will be spot on for me. I’m impatiently awaiting my copy to arrive.

BONUS PICK–My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh–I came across a review of this in Vanity Fair and it sounds amazing. She graduates college and has all of these advantages, but decides to avoid the world for a year. I can relate because that’s basically what I’ve done the past couple of months. It doesn’t come out until July 10, so I have a bit of a wait, but I can read some of my other picks before then.

Those are my current summer reading plans. We’ll see how many of them I actually get to.