I've taken to piling books on the stairs, this way I am reminded of all the reading I have to do. You can click on the image to see the titles. Don't hesitate to record your book reviews in the comments.
The latest one is by Miriam Toews. "The Flying Troutmans"...the one with the glossy cover that reflects the camera flash. Sorry. [I'm just firing things off, not obsessing about correct format!]
I see that Oprah has a new book club selection out....sounds like a great read! Are we all on the same page? I think I'm once again in a place where I can read more than magazine articles in one sitting. I'm still in India in "Shantaram" which means man of peace
"I don't know if they found that name in the heart of the man they believed me to be, or if they planted it there, like a wishing tree, to bloom and grow. Whatever the case, whether they discovered that peace or created it, the truth is that the man I am was born in those moments, as I stood near the flood sticks with my face lifted to the chrismal rain. Shantaram. The better man that, slowly, and much too late, I began to be."
...Dana has been back for many months, but I linger in Bombay.
"'No, no, you do not understand. You must be careful, here, with the real affection of those you meet. This is not like any other place. This is India. Everyone who comes here falls in love - most of us fall in love many times over. And the Indians, they love most of all. Your little friend may be beginning to love you. There is nothing strange in this. I say it from a long experience of this country and especially of this city. It happens often, and easily, for the Indians. That is how they manage to live together, a billion of them, in reasonable peace. They are not perfect, of course. They know how to fight and lie and cheat each other, and all the things that all of us do. But more than any other people in the world, the Indians know how to love one another.'"
Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts