Gabriel Zaid, So Many Books
A few days ago, I came home from the mall with three in my satchel (Possible Side Effects by Austen Burroughs, The Ice Harvest by Scott Phillips, and Babbit by Sinclair Lewis).
The next day, I scored two from a friend who finally succumbed to my incessant pestering and to whom I may or may not be romantically linked (High Fidelity by Nick Hornby and Adverbs by Daniel Handler).
Sunday, I snatched three at a secondhand shop (Mystic River by Dennis Lehane, Presumed Innocent by Scott Turrow, and Red Dragon by Thomas Harris).
Yesterday, I went inside a store I seldom get to visit and came out carrying eight (Ripley’s Game by Patricia Highsmith, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, What Maisie Knew by Henry James, Atonement by Ian McEwan, The Rachel Papers by Martin Amis, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift, and Atomised by Michael Houellebecq).
Today, I rode the train home with nine (Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky, Middlemarch by George Eliot, Possession by A. S. Byatt, Tom Jones by Henry Fielding, Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson, Inferno by Dante Alighieri, Sabbath’s Theater by Philip Roth, Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, and Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh).
Tomorrow, you can count on me to crave for more.
Notes:
-
cakeparade liked this
-
greenballoonsandblackmushrooms reblogged this from dreamsofelectricsheep
-
partofthisfamiliar liked this
-
ledgelife liked this
-
geeksturr liked this
-
asomnambulist liked this
-
apizzagirl liked this
-
moviescriptendings liked this
-
ratatat liked this
-
dreamsofelectricsheep posted this
