This 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?