It started when I was reading the thread in Cafe Society about post-apocalyptic science fiction. I decided I should read some of the books mentioned in the thread, especially since a few of them were on my “get around to reading before I die” list.
I’m sort of semi-self employed as a massage therapist. I’m required to be on premisis three days a week, and on call another two. Since most days I’m required to physically be there, I usually don’t have any clients until mid-afternoon (after that, it’s nonstop, full tilt boogie, as people are getting off work and deciding they want a massage, like, now) and my on-call days I’m probably going to be needed to work on a maximum of two clients, I have plenty of time to read.
So, after a run to Book Magician last Teusday in which I snared copies of On the Beach, A Canticle for Liebowitz and Alas Babylon. And commenced to read. By Thursday, I had read OTB and Canticle. All the way through. Thursday, I went to Dead Poet Books, which may be the best name for a used bookstore ever, and picked up The Handmaid’s Tale, Lucifer’s Hammer and The Princess Bride. By this past Teusday night, I had read THT, started LH, got bored, laid it aside and completely read TPB. That’s four complete books in seven days.
So, in the space of a week, I’ve basically read more books than I’ve read in the past two years. The last few jobs I’ve had, well it wasn’t so much a time issue (no matter how packed my schedule is, I can make time to read if I want to) , but usually when I was home, I was so physically and mentally exhausted, I couldn’t get through more than about ten pages of any given book without needing to take a nap.
Mom says I’m making up for lost time. I expect that by late this afternoon, I’ll have knocked off the rest of Lucifer’s Hammer and maybe gotten a good running start on Alas, Babylon.
What should I read next?