On Library Books.

I love the library. Growing up, I was the girl whose mother refused to drive in more than once a week. If I had been able to drive at seven — or see over the wheel, or reach the pedals, or drive stick — I would’ve gone down every other day.

Luckily, I don’t live with my mother anymore (though I still don’t know how to drive stick).  I can bring myself to the library as often as I like, and since I’ve gone a little crazy requesting titles that sometimes means a few days in a row.  I’m serious when I say “crazy.”  Let’s put it this way: the last time I went in, the librarian was surprised I was only borrowing five books.

Those five brought my stack of borrowed books up to twenty-three, all of which I lugged up to Maine with me this past week.  My goal was to get through half, and even though I didn’t, I came pretty damn close with eleven (more on those specific titles in a later post).

I’m not taking bets on how fast I’ll be able to read through my stack, but I will tell you that if I feel strongly about any of the titles, you’ll be hearing about it.

Oh, and here’s my new thing with reading: if I’m not captured by the end of the first page, the book goes back.  There’s just too many books out there to read, and sometimes I just have to act like a mercenary.

Five Things About Me: 76 77 78 79 80.

76. The Metro-Boston Library System only lets you request holds on fifty books at a time, which is why I have a list of 99 waiting-to-be-helds.

77. I am not what you would call a Red Hot Chili Peppers fan per se — I don’t own any of their albums, I haven’t downloaded any of their songs, etc. — but there is something I find remarkably soothing about Anthony Kiedis’s voice.  It’s almost as soothing to me as Ina Garten’s (see here).

78. It’s not cool to admit this, but my favorite cookie is Chips Ahoy! Gets me every time.

79. I have a very specific pattern that I follow closely when I put on makeup.  It’s stretched out over a period of time, so it doesn’t take as long as it seems since I do things like brush my teeth and wash my eyeglasses in between stages.  First, assuming I have clean skin, I moisturize my face and neck.  Then I wait something like five to ten minutes for it to absorb.  Second, I put on a thin layer of foundation, followed by blush.  Since I am currently using a gel stain, I have to wait something like ten minutes until it too has absorbed.  Third, I dust my face with loose powder, dab on some eye shadow, line my lids with another shadow and an angled brush, curl my lashes and apply mascara.  This last step takes about five minutes.  Basically, if I caved and bought the $42 tinted moisturizer I used to use and broke out the powder blush I purchased to replace my almost-finished gel stain, I could cut ten minutes out of my routine.

80. If it were possible to start each day with a consequence-free breakfast of a fat toasted garlic bagel topped with an inch of cream cheese and a layer of smoked salmon, I totally would.  And by “consequence-free” I mean no weight gain and no bad breath.

I’m a Fast Reader, but This is Ridiculous.

Somehow, I borrowed twenty-four books from the library last night.

Ever since we decided we needed to purge our house of non-favorite literature, I’ve been putting the Boston Public Library system to work, asking it to reach its long arms into all of its stacks and pull title after titled out and send them to my local branch.  I’ve got my account set up so that I receive emails whenever my books arrive, but the automated process still has some kinks in it — which I why I showed up only expecting five titles and walking out with twenty-four.  I mean, what was I supposed to do, leave some behind and risk hurting their feelings?  I’m not that cruel.

Here they are, in alphabetical order:

The thing is, I only get to keep these guys until the twentieth, so I’ve got to get reading.