Sunday Salon

Today is a much-needed day at home after a busy Saturday, though I wish I could say “doing nothing at home.” It’s still pretty busy, but after a big suburban adventure yesterday it feels relaxing to just say in even if I do have tons of writing and organizing and cleaning and who knows what else to do.

I was scolded a bit this week about the need for a household book purge and serious acquisition moratorium, because I might have to move again someday and someone isn’t going to haul tons of books around for me. Of course, I kindly explained that I had just sent off more than a dozen things via BookMooch but had big reading plans for the year and no, it would absolutely not be appropriate to borrow everything from the library (which said someone should well know by now anyway).

So when the consumption partner wasn’t looking, I found myself a secret pile of books at Powell’s.

I mean, how could I resist The Confessions of Noa Weber when I’d just read how great it was? And House of Mist will be so good for the South American reading I have planned. And the shells and corals, excerpts from the full collection of 17th century doctor and hoarder of natural specimens, are just awesome.

This little pile came after, ahem, another earlier in the week, when I decided to jump in and get everything for my next Newberry Library seminar (not starting for a few weeks).

All these lovely books, and yet I’ve hardly touched a thing over the past week. January has been a slow month, but I need to pick up the pace, get more organized, and generally get out of winter sleep mode. Wish me luck!