Something that is relaxing for Ivan and I to do together is go to book stores and just peruse, separately.

He is an INTJ, sometimes P, and I am always an ESFJ. This should explain everything. Well, at least why we peruse book stores separately. You will most likely find Ivan in the history section with his nose deep in one of those grand and epic biographies of some dead man who was a master general in some army winning some famous war. I, on the other hand, will be located in the memoirs or in the brainless fiction section and occasionally thumbing the shelves of psychology (aka: self-help).

Tonight we perused. And I came home with some loot. I did this last summer, I recall. Got a stack of books and steadily read through them as the summer plodded, sometimes skipped and most of the time sprinted along. I am not like Ali, who can read a book in one sitting or maintain focus while blow drying my hair and reading a novel at the same time (amazing!). I am a reader of the sorts that reads for ten to fifteen minutes as my eyes gain in weight and eventually cave closed and there is no more reading to be had. My husband will sometimes tease me because I will have all sorts of grand intentions of reading prior to falling asleep but I only get as far as picking up the book, climbing into bed, covering myself with the down blanket and then…well, I somehow can’t pull that book up and open to read even one word. That, my friends, is what one calls “dead tired”.

Well, here is my stash (as we say in the knitting community when describing our gobs and gobs of rat nested skeins, balls and hanks of yarns we simply must have) of books. [In order of how I think I will read them, all based, of course on the opening paragraph.]

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The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan
A memoir of a woman diagnosed with cancer.

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Astrid & Veronica by Linda Olsson
Fiction…a story of a friendship between a young woman writer and her elderly neighbor.

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An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken
Another memoir, also of a sad nature [why am I drawn to these?] telling the story of a woman who experiences a stillborn birth.

I have to say, despite the grief laced and sadness braided stories, I really am looking forward to them.

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