I now have so many books on hold at the library that I will be doomed when they come in. Because you know they'll all come in at once.
I'm still hoping to find a novel or memoir or nonfiction this that or the other as good as Carol Muske-Dukes' Channeling Mark Twain, but my last three library finds have been duds. For me. Fake-o chick lit dating story that did not merit a rave in People? Check. First three pages, then buh-bye. Environmental-spiritual book of essays that featured a great cover and, ack, academic writing inside? More pages perused but still vastly unfinished by this reader. Adios. Hurricane Katrina book, again with the raves, by a dude channeling Faulkner and Dave Eggers? Just couldn't get into it. And I was so hopeful. Sigh.
So, the hold list. Oh, the promise of the hold list.
At Large and at Small: Familiar Essays, by Anne Fadiman. Enjoyed Ex Libris earlier this summer.
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Woo, by Junot Diaz. Yay, his novel! Did y'all read Drown, his book of stories? No? Go read Drown.
Free Food for Millionaires, novel by Min Jin Lee. Good review somewhere, not People, I hope.
Gifted, by Nikita Lalwani. On the Booker longlist.
Knuffle Bunny, Too, by Mo Willems. We're wild for Mo. Picture book, for the those without wee ones underfoot at home or work.
The Year of the Goat: 40,000 Miles and the Quest for the Perfect Cheese, by Margaret Hathaway. I can relate to a cheese quest. Totally.
A Year Without "Made in China": One Family's True Life Adventure in the Global Economy, by Sara Bongiorni.
I need to think of a one-year-experiment book to write. My Year on Hold, perhaps? The genre seems popular, doesn't it? And bloggish: like Julie Powell's blog about cooking her way through Julia Child's French cooking tome, which became Julie and Julia. Initially the subtitle was "365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen." Now, on the paperback, it's "My Year of Cooking Dangerously," naturellement.
Are we in a bloggish literary age?