The Sunday Salon (A long due visit to the library) -- October 24, 2010

This post was supposed to go up much earlier, but I just couldn't tear myself away from Room by Emma Donoghue, organize my thoughts, write this up and then go back to the book. So I decided to do it today morning, as early as possible. And yeah, before you get judgmental, my early is 11.45 am. On Sundays. The shorter Sunday is, the better for me. I don't have very much planned for the day, except read and shop. I really need a late Fall / early winter wardrobe for the office, and purchase a trench coat that I've had an eye on for ages!

This week has been like any other week - a bit of work, a bit of reading. But most of my TV shows took a break this week, which meant more reading time. I did read more than I've read in the recent weeks - finished a couple of books, and managed to start 6 other books (Yikes!) But the increased reading is making me feel great, after going weeks without being able to read much.

Yesterday, I woke up feeling real excited and jittery. Happy-excited, that is, waiting to do something wonderful. After three months, I was finally going to a library to take books, rather than to return them! Soon after I moved to Lynchburg, I went to the library to get a card, but I didn't take any books, because I was going through a mild rut at the time, plus I had a humongous stack of ARCs to get through before I could make myself think of any other book. When I finally felt that I could see over the top of the stack (only when I stand up though), I decided to finally take a few titles home.

I felt this library is bigger than the one in Blacksburg - that brought a smile to my face instantly. I already had a hold to pick up (Great House by Nicole Krauss). In addition, I picked a five-star recommendation in one of my goodreads groups (Someone Knows my Name by Lawrence Hill). I spent the next half to one hour just glancing at the stacks, picking up books at random, looking them up on goodreads (Gotta love smartphones), and reading the first few pages of books that look interesting. But when I got to the New books section, I saw a book that I just had to take home (Mr. Peanut by Adam Ross). I read the first few pages standing in front of the stack, and then figured it was best to just take it home. Can you imagine a man who keeps dreaming up different ways in which his wife gets killed? Spooky! First time, I read the caption, I thought he really wanted her dead, but apparently, the thoughts come unbidden into his head - just like similar thoughts come to your head, when you, say, walk along a cliff, or walk towards a tiger in a safari, etc. I can't wait to start these books, but for now, let me just go back and finish Room - I don't know how I put it down to sleep!