On Sunday afternoon I took an hour for some “me-time” – after work, laundry, and brunching with the family all while under the grips of migraine meds – and since I was between books I spent the time catching up on the many sample “first chapters” that are sitting in my Kindle.
Amazon is trouble for me because I look up one book (in this case, Windup Girl by Paulo Bacigalupi) and that book leads me to Boneshaker by Cherie Priest and The City & The City by China Mieville. Then I check a few blogs– The Broke and The Bookish makes me look up Christopher Moore’s books, and he sounds like one of my favorites, A. Lee Martinez – who it turns out also has a book out I haven’t read yet. John Scalzi’s blog recommends a new book by Carrie Vaughn, who writes the “Kitty” werewolf series, and a paranormal series by Vicki Pettersson.
But wait, already I’ve been waiting to read new fiction by David Mitchell and Carolyn Parkhurst. Mitchell’s book is getting fantastic reviews, and I’ve loved his other books. Parkhurst wrote Dogs of Babel, a really strange and disturbing book that I’ve never gotten out of my head.
And finally Naomi Novik is coming out with the new Temeraire book this week, and that’s already pre-ordered and will show up on my Kindle Friday. (Have I mentioned I love my Kindle?)
All I can say is arghh – now I have way too much I want to read, and I really don’t know where to start.
Hell, most of the books I read these days are part of series, so the volume of books just keeps compounding. If I had time I’d like to read the next Sabriel book, the next Percy Jackson book, and the next Sebastian St. Cyr book, too. But I do have to go to work (unfortunately).
My sisters would laugh at the level of dorkiness involved in freaking about which book I should read next. I realize there’s a whole world of people who live their lives not even thinking about their next read. But hopefully the other book-addicted folks out there are with me.
My husband received a box of books tonight, and I’m already thinking of borrowing one. On the jacket it says it’s like Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake. But wait, I need to read that one too!
Suggestions about what I should read next? Please pass them along.