All around my house, there are stacks of books. My books, my wife’s books, and I am sure some of them are my dog’s books. Just kidding, he is more of a magazine reader.
On my night stand, next to the bed, we have the following: The Penultimate Truth, a couple volumes of the JM Dent Works of Joseph Conrad, The Wind in the Willows, a ’30’s edition of Marco Polo, some Kingsley Amis sex romp, The Kaisers Mission to Kabul and a couple paperbacks: The Man Who Was Thursday and The Circus of Dr. Lao.
Atop the headboard of said bed, which has a nice flat surface on which to place, and lose, various things, we have more books: another of the Dent Conrad, a copy of Conrad’s Congo Diary, Chapelle’s book on classic boat building, a collection of Stickley works on bungalows and the first volume of the Pelbar Cycle.
Atop my desk there isn’t much, other than work related things, but that does include several NOLO press items, along with the wonderful Anubis Gates and the equally disturbing Black Dahlia by James Elroy, as I have been thinking about creepy clowns a lot, and both those books have them, great and terrible.
Beside my chair in the living room there isn’t much currently, as I cleaned it off the other day. Only a book on farm implements by John Deere, an old Stoeger catalog, a couple of reprints of Delta parts manuals for the classic scroll saw, and of course, Bernard Jones’ The Practical Woodworker.
Through all of that, you might guess what I have been reading over the weekend. But alas, due to purchasing a new (to me) vehicle, I am currently reading the manual on how to turn the stereo off of demo mode, which is driving me crazy. I am also reading the manual for the coffee pot that I just bought, as I accidentally shattered the carafe on the old one. This one apparently has a way to change the brew level, a change I just can’t seem to get to fruition.
So, what are you reading?
Photo; Stack of books in Gould’s Book Arcade, Newtown, New South Wales (NSW), Australia by Toby Hudson.