It's no secret that I'm a fan of books. In fact, I think I'm only a couple of years of acquisitions away from being featured on an episode of Hoarders due to my book collection. I can't help myself; books are just awesome. It's like holding a little portal to another world right in your hand. And it's portable! What could be better? I very rarely leave home without a book.
At any given time, I usually have at least two books going. This is a semi-recently developed habit that I blame largely on my short attention span. Today is no exception. I'm currently about halfway through Doctor Who: Shada by Gareth Roberts and I just started The Polish Officer by Alan Furst.
I don't think my interest in the Doctor Who book requires explanation, but my interest in The Polish Officer is also tangentially Who-related. I was first introduced to Furst's work because of David Tennant's upcoming role in the mini-series based on The Spies of Warsaw. It just so happened that that book had been on my list of books to read for a while now, so I ran straight to the library (actually I think I walked) and picked up a copy. I blew through it in a couple of days and loved every word of it. Spy novels are one of my great pleasures in life, and the historical settings of Furst's work appeals to my obsession with the WWII time period. Grabbing another one of his books was a no-brainer. I'm also partway through the prologue to the third book in the Game of Thrones series, Storm of Swords, but I've got a couple of other books I want to read before I really get into that one. I've got some time yet before season three of the show starts up, so I'm not in a rush. Those books tend to take me quite some time to get through.
I celebrated Read a Book Day by--you guessed it!--reading a book. In true nerd fashion, I went out for a solo lunch at McDonald's and packed Shada along with me. I took my sweet time munching on chicken nuggets while I was swept up in the Doctor's adventure. Reading is the best. There are honestly very few people in the world I would choose instead of a book as a lunchtime companion. Perhaps that's why I'll be forever alone. At least I have my books, eh? On my way home from lunch, I swung by the library. I didn't check anything out since I've already got a bunch of stuff checked out, but I was riding by it and I can never pass up a chance to go wander through shelves of books. Plus, there's this killer free books section where you can pick up used books and magazines for nothing. It's one of my favorite things ever.
I'm going on a mini-roadtrip this weekend, so I expect to get plenty of reading time. Between six hours in the car each way and a day of sitting at a soccer field not watching the game, I plan on turning a lot of pages. Accordingly, I'm packing no less than three books. One can never be too stocked with reading material. I can't think of a fate worse than being hours away from home with nothing to read.
Now, if you'll please excuse me, I've got about 45 minutes left in the day to get some more reading in.
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