An Insightful Review of Books I Want to Read

“seems so good I can’t put it down but I will anyway”

The Monuments Men — by Robert Edsel

This book is not shown in the above pic as it rests in the living room having arrived in the mail about a week ago. I’ve been wanting to read it until I forgot about it but then saw the author on Expedition Unknown. The grapes heading into my mouth immediately flung across the room and I exclaimed, “Hey! There it is! I want to read that so bad!”. I ordered the book, but first picked up the grapes before the dog did since they’re poison to dogs.

It has everything you’d want in a book if you were me: words, story, art, history, evil, good, restoration, resolution, mystery. Of course, I am assuming all of these things since I haven’t read it yet.

Any of my Dorothy Parker collection — by Dorothy Parker

After reading her short biography, wiki, and some google, I searched for and bought several of her books spanning the 20’s, 30’s & 40’s. I used to collect, quite passionately, old interesting and dusty books predating WWI. Now that music from the 80's and 90's is considered ‘classic rock’, I suppose I could move up my collecting by a decade or so as well. However, I hadn’t thought of any of this when making my purchases. I thought, “she is so great, I need to read her!”

WIKIPEDIA: Dorothy Parker (née Rothschild; August 22, 1893 — June 7, 1967) was an American poet, writer, critic, and satirist based in New York; she was best known for her wit, wisecracks, and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.

I am so excited to read her one day!

84 Charing Cross Road — by Helene Hanff

Yes, that is correct. I can’t remember what it’s about but I think there is a book store and letters. Interesting!

The Dressmakers of Auschwitz — by Lucy Adlington

I’ve bookmarked the spot where I left off just a few chapters in. I am captivated by the women within these pages. It is interesting, heartwarming and heavy. So far. Months ago I abandoned it for a lighter read and haven’t returned yet.

Those Who Save Us — by Jenna Blum

During my recent (and first) visit to the mountains of New Hampshire I ignored the books I brought to peruse my mother-in-law’s collection because this is what we do. The third WWII themed book here, although this one is fiction, I’m only two chapters in now…still…it’s pretty good so far.

Books from Authors I Found on Medium — by Authors I Found on Medium

Smattering these stacks pictured above are at least a dozen outstanding authors who have taken their talent to print, much to my delight. (Jeff Suwak, Roy, Terrye Turpin, Mark Starlin, Paul Combs, Simon Dillon) I can’t wait to read each carefully chosen book — but apparently I have been waiting. For the apocalypse? There are a few more I need to add as well…

Book Collections from Online to Print — by McSweeney’s and Humans of New York (also, the World)

These three excellent books will quite possibly be the largest volume of words I have ever read, whenever I read them.

There are two things among probably seven about me that may fervently annoy you as it does my husband. I very rarely read/watch things more than once, and prior to the read/watch I never watch trailers, read reviews or the entire description ever. After it passes simple preliminary questions, I enjoy being left mostly in the dark, to experience entertainment similar to a toddler at his first carnival, only slightly less overtired and sticky.

This is why a full write up is not included here. Also, I haven’t read them yet, so there’s that.

The question is never, “why do you keep adding to the books you want to read?”. It is, “why haven’t you yet read the books you want to read?”.

I could easily blame my husband who insists on us spending time together during the week watching survival shows and murder shows (…..’_’….). But, the reality is that I wear the pants in this relationship since he is usually a foot of fabric away from naked. (“I am hot, Richard” — one of many nicknames of mine). I allow the streaming to meet my exhausted brain cells because that’s how one compromises (or because one’s brain cells dissipate after 6 p.m.).

There was a time when I read vociferously. Now, I collect vociferously and am going out on a limb using this word since my vocabulary evaporates as fast as my short term memory.

Trust me when I tell you that these books I haven’t read yet are excellent!

I wouldn’t mind so much, solitary confinement. I could finally read everything I want.