Someone recently asked me about my favorite book genre and I answered, “I prefer Delancey Place genre.”
Well that means I mostly prefer non-fiction….
Anyhow, while on my trip to South Carolina in September I stumbled upon brand new “dollar” books (and you know how it is – can’t pass that up – I mean, I need to help them move along the close-outs….as a courtesy). Anyhow, I narrowed my selection down to six books and then after a realistic shake of the head, I picked only three.
BOOK 1:Mom & Me & Mom by Maya Angelou
I was with my sweet momma and so Mom & Me & Mom by Maya Angelou (2013) was an instant first choice. This book felt like you were reading someone’s personal notes – with light thoughts, black and white photos, and short chapters – I found I knew a whole lot more about the late great Maya.
BOOK 2: Road to Burgundy by Ray Walker
Then, because I was staying in the Paris Room at our friend’s southern home, The Road to Burgundy by Ray Walker (2013) was tightly in my grasp. This super easy read was all about Walker’s personal adventure of leaving his job and going to France to make high quality wine in Burgundy. I enjoyed this book, which informed as much as it entertained. We learned about his experience with the French culture, adjusting to diverse business aspects, improvising, and chasing his passion and moving his family to a new country. The book is now
in the give away bin for someone else to maybe enjoy staying on my shelf to read again sometime. (This was my favorite book from 2016.)
Here is a sample:
BOOK 3: Everyone Loves You when You’re Dead by Neil Strauss
My last selection was Everyone Loves You when You’re Dead by Neil Strauss (2011). I have yet to read it, but it looked interesting when I was skimming it. The copyright page says “No names or identifying details have been changed to protect anybody.” In this book, Strauss gives us 228 stories from more than 3,000 articles he had written after interviewing musicians, actors, and artists. Keep you posted on this one.
Ok, in closing, I need to tell you that today’s post was inspired a blog post I read earlier at O at the Edges (the full post is Here). The O at the Edges post reminded me that there are many of us who have to balance our book collections. This post also really helped me to feel better about the large batch of books I just gathered up to give away (along with saying goodbye to our Keurig – we are done with it. My, my, my – trends come and go – and after loving the Keurig we see that it has sat unused for most of this year – I guess we all prefer our grind-n-brew and the Italian espresso maker).
Anyhow, as I part ways with dozens of books (most were cheap or free) it helps me to think that my donating them might lead to someone else appreciating them right now. I have some books I will never part ways with, but some of these sweet reads just need to go…. Oh and the next photo shows the three other books I had in my hand, I should have grabbed all six, but I am quite proud of my balance with the three – but here the ones that did not make the cut:
As I wind down the post,
Here is a snippet from Robert’s post Obsession: Books, or, Poetry Finds Me:
“I partnered with a few like-minded friends and opened a store, and when that didn’t work out, started my own home-based book business, which eventually expanded into a small brick-and-mortar shop, a true labor of love. And I mean labor. The forlorn space we rented was cheap and had housed for years a low-end, illicit massage parlor. Cleaning it out was, oh, shall we say interesting? I’ll never forget the furry massage table, the naked lady lamp or the various implements left behind after the joint was finally forced to close. But we hauled out the filthy carpeting, stripped and refinished the hardwood floors, fixed, painted and patched what we could, and hid what we couldn’t. It was exhausting, but well worth the toil.
My work schedule ran from Monday through Sunday, a minimum of eighty hours a week – in a seven-year period, I took off only two long weekends. It consumed me, but in the end I emerged mostly intact, a little more aware of my proclivities, of an unhealthy tendency to immerse myself wholly into an enthusiasm, to the detriment of family and friends. When we sold our store’s wares, I embraced the change; some dreams simply deplete you. But the itch remained.
Just a few weeks ago I found myself perusing an accumulation of books in a storage facility across the street from a junk shop in Llano, Texas, a small county seat an hour’s drive west of my home on the outskirts of Austin. The shop’s owner had purchased an English professor’s estate, and judging by the collection, the professor had specialized in poetry. My first thought was “I want it all,” but reason set in (I could very well imagine my wife’s reaction were I to arrive home with a trailerful of books) so I glanced over the criticism, fiction, drama, essays and biographies, and concentrated on the poetry. In the end I walked away with thirty-one books, including H.D.’s Red Roses for Bronze (Chatto & Windus, 1931), Randall Jarrell’s Little Friend, Little Friend, Elizabeth Bishop’s Collected Poems and Questions of Travel, a brace of Berrymans – His Toy, His Dream, His Rest and Homage to Mistress Bradstreet – both the U.S. and U.K. first editions, which differ – and Love & Fame. A good haul, to say the least, but one that left me only partially satisfied and contemplating a return. But I remain resolute. So far.” ~ robert okaji
Read the rest Here
Do you have any books that are special to you from this year? Is it tough for you to give away books – ?
Well now it is time for me to grab a cup of java and get back to writing the short non-fiction (December 1992) I am working on… little by little… I chip away.
I hope you have a wonderful day…