To Be Read

to-be-readThis is how I’m going to die. It’s my to-be-read pile, and I must admit it is significantly less deadly since I fell in love with my Kindle. The pile sits ominously – and yet enticingly – on my headboard, and considering Southern California’s habit of shaking like the devil, it will probably topple down onto my head, leading to an inoperable brain injury. Or at the very least a bruise.

Of course, now that I’ve photographed it, I suppose it’s the metal lamp with the sharp, skin-slicing edges and hot, searing bulb that looks the most likely to induce stitches and a less-than-flattering facial scar.

From left to right:

  • Goodnight, Irene by Jan Burke
  • The End of a Primitive by Chester Himes
  • Lost Dog by Bill Cameron
  • Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell
  • The Frugal Book Promoter by Carolyn Howard-Johnson (because I am both cheap and shameless)
  • Life is a Series of Presentations by Tony Jeary (Yes, I am a little ashamed of myself.)
  • Hoodtown by Christa Faust
  • Queenpin by Megan Abbott
  • Thirty-Three Teeth by Colin Cotterill
  • A Date You Can’t Refuse by Harley Jane Kozak
  • Lie in the Dark by Dan Fesperman
  • Rain Fall by Barry Eisler
  • Summer of the Big Bachi by Naomi Hirahara

On the Kindle:

  • A Bad Day for Sorry by Sophie Littlefield
  • Secondhand Spirits by Juliet Blackwell
  • Born to Run by Christopher McDougall
  • The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson
  • Moby Dick by Herman Melville (Dude, I’m trying.)

I’ve got to read faster.

So what about you? What’s on your list?