Think of this as a diversionary tactic: I’m not feeling too keen on writing the usual kind of posts I’ve been doing, and I figured a stack of books might bedazzle me — and some of you — long enough to not mind the drought of book thoughts. Aherm. So. Here are a lot of books:
- The Duchess, by Jude Deveraux — the first romance novel I ever read, and I figured it’s due for a reread. [Couldn’t find my original copy, so yay for reissues.]
- The Anthologist, by Nicholson Baker.
- Vox, by Nicholson Baker.
- The Enchantment of Lily Dahl, by Siri Hustvedt.
- A Plea for Eros, by Siri Hustvedt.
- How to Breathe Underwater, by Julie Orringer.
- Anagrams, by Lorrie Moore. Have read, and it’s one of the most awesomest-awesome books I’ve ever read. Writing about this might just pull me up from blogging slump.
- The Corrections, by Jonathan Franzen.
- My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me: Forty New Fairy Tales, edited by Kate Bernheimer.
- Room, by Emma Donoghue.
- Hard to Handle, by Lori Foster. Get it?
- The Truth About Lord Stoneville, by Sabrina Jeffries.
- A Hellion in Her Bed, by Sabrina Jeffries.
- On Love, by Alain de Botton.
- Fire in the Blood, by Irene Nemirovsky.
- The Blue Stone, by Jimmy Liao.
- Wonder Boys, by Michael Chabon.
- How to Be Alone, by Jonathan Franzen.
- The Blind Assassin, by Margaret Atwood.
- Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert, trans. Lydia Davis.
- Dark Hours, by Conchitina Cruz.
- The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet, by Reif Larsen.
So many books I’m excited about — most of these books I’ve been lusting after for the longest time. If only the world disappeared so I could get to reading. [Note, too, that there are no OWCs and NYRBs — they’re quite difficult to chance upon here in the Philippines, at least the places I frequent, so that might just be a widdle problem for next year’s project.]
Also. Most of these books have been packed into boxes — P. and I are moving out of the apartment. It’s chilling to see the shelves empty. But more so seeing the boxes all over the floor — we’ve got a lot of heavy books between us two. Huh.
Anyway. This is all for now. [I sound so distracted, this whole post, haha.] Burrowing back under the covers, and, well, working. Ew. Har.
[PS — It’s been three and a half months since my last Book Dump post!]