I read books . I read big books I read small books . Read Dan read. I read murder mysteries. I read histories . I read read read .
I usually have two books going at any one time . I get bored with one and hit the other for awhile . No , I don’t usually get them mixed up . When I finish one I start another , so the process is a constant rotation of books .
Are there rules about that kind of thing ? Am I breaking any book reading rules ?
A friend of mine lent me a book yesterday , an Irish mystery . She said it has a lot of Irish brogue in it and that I should be aware and ready for that . But it doesn’t . It’s Irish , but the repartee is hardbitten Irish street lingo ; Galway noir , but not brogue .
Anyhow , now I’ve got to read this little offering so that I can return it to her so that she can read it again . That makes three books going for me right now and the John Adams biography sits staring at me , waiting . I want to read about the first U.S. serial killer , too ; was it at the Chicago World’s Fair ? . I heard it’s hard to put down ; but that one will have to wait , too . I’m knocking John Adams back one space on my unwritten list . Too many pages to move up the list at the moment .
I’ll read three two-hundred page novels before I’ll gather the courage to attempt a six-hundred page tome.
For whom the bell tomes ; it tomes for thee…………..
Friend of mine lent me The Martian recently . He wanted it back , too , so he could read it a fifth time . I do not judge a book reader . God will not seek retribution . It is not a sin to re-read a book several times . Is it ? I’ve read a few books twice , but several years elbowed their way in between readings. I read at least one book twice and didn’t realize until events in the final chapter that I’d read it before . Several times I’ve done that but realized within a chapter or two and then immediately abandoned the effort .
I’m reading Get Shorty by Elmore Leonard now , and I’m almost done . I think that I read the book before , too . Maybe not . It’s a mystery . Maybe I saw the movie and that makes me suspect that I’ve read the book .
I was in the cafe at the L.A cathedral a few days ago with Ada . We were taking Ada’s sister around downtown . Sister was in the gift shop while Ada and I sat in the cafe . As I got my coffee the kid behind the counter said :
” You used to come in here , didn’t you ? ”
I told him that he has a good memory . ” Used to come in when I had jury duty ,” I said .
” Yeah , ” he said . ” You look familiar. I remember faces but I don’t remember names “, he said . I smiled .
Ada asked me later about coming in there . Like I had a secret life in downtown L.A. I told her I must look like someone else .
I had come in once several years ago and ordered a styrofoam bowl of clam chowder . Ate it outside with all of the entrails of the courthouse spewed around the place for lunch : lawyers , other jurors , clerks , defendants . Jurors get a discount for lunch . I don’t know about the others .
The coffee kid doesn’t remember me , I assured Ada , but he thinks he does ; so let’s give the kid a break because he was friendly . An extroverted guy like that probably remembers every book he’s ever read , too , I thought later , and wouldn’t ever inadvertently re-read a book . In addition , I doubt whether he’d read more than one book at a time , ever , because there must be people like that ; but who knows .