April 20, 2008
I love short stories, novels, poetry, non-fiction, essays, etc. don't tend to read science fiction or mystery. I like reading for knowledge, reading for entertainment, and sometimes need a break from both so I pick up a book of photos or art just for the enjoyment of looking.
I tend to jump all over the place reading wise. Nearby me right now (and all only half-read) are Naomi Wolf's Promiscuities, Pollan's The Botany of Desire, Door Wide Open (a collection of letters between Jack Kerouac & Joyce Johnson), Rimbaud's A Season In Hell & Illuminations translated by Bertrand Mathieu, and, then, because I am trying not to be so fucked up, can I say that here? - there's Beattie's The Language of Letting Go which I read despite my not wanting to. Addendum: I've put away the Beattie book and am just accepting the fact that I may actually be happier being F'd Up!!
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