I wish I had more time to read so I can make a dent in my stockpile of books under my bed. But then I was talking to a friend who made an interesting point that, given the finite number of hours we have, is it worthwhile to spend the time reading alone rather than hanging out with friends and family, etc.? So I don’t know, maybe I should just slow down my rate of book purchases.
I do kind of miss those winter breaks where I would just go home to San Diego and just spend hours a day reading. It’s satisfying being able to knock off around 5 books within two weeks. Maybe I can finish a couple during Thanksgiving break.
In the queue (under my bed):
Rabbit at Rest, John Updike (currently reading — almost done with the series!)
How to Create a Mind, Ray Kurzweil
Pas de Deux: A Textbook on Partnering, Nikolai Serebrennikov (this does not seem to help any)
Pas de Deux: The Art of Partnering, Anton Dolin (ditto)
How to Rap: The Art and Science of the Hip-Hop MC, Paul Edwards
Book of Rhymes: The Poetics of Hip Hop, Adam Bradley
The Bible (TNIV edition — still have about half of the Old Testament to go through)
Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell
Three Kingdoms: A Historical Novel, Part 1, Luo Guanzhong, trans. Moss Roberts
Meditations, Marcus Aurelius, trans. Gregory Hays
The Intelligent Investor, Benjamin Graham
There’s also a Kindle under there, as well as another one on my desk.