A couple of weeks ago I crashed the American Library Association annual meeting in Ft. Worth and bought an entrance pass to the exhibit hall so I could get free books. The best $25 I’ve spent in a while. See this new TBR pile?
Now, It’s Monday, and what am I reading? I DON’T KNOW. I don’t know where to start. Do you ever get that I’m so in love, infatuated, so gaga over books that it’s like drowning in your favorite chocolate syrup. That is me today.
So, I will start swimming.
I reach for the book on top, a lifesaver of non-fiction, and my ears start ringing and my heart beats faster. I’m always on the look out for engaging non-fiction, especially knowing that I am returning to the AP English Language classroom next year.
I read the prologue, and I breathe.
I begin chapter one, and I breathe faster.
“In a smallish London suburb where nothing much ever happened, my family gradually became the talk of the town. throughout my teens, wherever I went, I would always hear the same question, “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
The answer, I understood, was already common knowledge. It had passed into the town’s body of folklore, exchanged between the residents like a good yarn.
Ever patient, I would dutifully rely, “Five sisters, and three brothers.”
Hey, me, too! Well, almost. I have four sisters and three brothers. But still. Not many people can claim they came from a family of so many kids. And while it might not be the most amazing lead to a book, it got me.
So, it’s Monday, and what am I reading?
Thinking in Numbers Is… by Daniel Tammet. Here’s a review.