I’m not a library, book marm type–really I’m not! Yet even so…

My physical book stack.

My physical book stack.

I threw myself into a reading binge recently. I read so many books that I honestly can’t remember all of the titles. With four children, homeschool, my own education pursuits, writing books, and working, reading has become a luxury. I read steadily, but I rarely binge on books these days. I have to admit it’s been a pleasant revelry. Now that my binge is mellowing, I’ve begun reading an epic fantasy novel. Epic fantasy takes a lot out of me because I tend to become immersed in the book world. Therefore, I hesitate to crack the covers of epic fantasy novels. This epic fantasy is rather incredible, and I’ve realized this by chapter 10. I will become immersed. It will take over my mind. It already has. Resistance is somewhat, though not altogether, futile. For balance, I’m reading a comedy and two works of nonfiction.

This is what’s left on my virtual stack now that I’ve gone the way of temperance:

Star of Justice by Robynn Tolbert
I have a thing for Splashdown books, although I haven’t quite put my finger on what the appealing aesthetic is. When Grace Bridges of Splashdown (very kindly) reviewed my book, she said she liked it for its dark whimsy. I think that may be at least one aesthetic she looks for in her authors’ work, which is likewise appealing to me. In any case, Tolbert’s book has it in spades.

Writing Down the Dragon by Tom Simon
Due to my hesitancy for reading epic fantasy, I haven’t read any of Tom Simon’s fiction. I like his blog, though and, consequently, I bought a book of his essays. He has an 18th C aesthetic to his thinking. No, it isn’t difficult for me to spot that unambiguous aesthetic, considering I spend my sleepless nights having platonic tea parties with Samuel Johnson.

The Upside of Irrationality by Dan Ariely
Despite my protestations against pop science books, I can’t stop reading them. I’m doomed. I even stoop to reading Scientific American, which is, as far as I’m concerned, the last refuge for pretend intellectuals. This book isn’t half bad, so far.

There Goes the Galaxy by Jenn Thorson
I haven’t decided anything about this book, yet, because I haven’t read far enough into it. I bought it because I wanted an absurd comedy to read. Seeing as how the author seems to have invoked P.J. Wodehouse as well as Douglas Adams in the first few pages, she has a lot to live up to. I’ll report back on it later.

To my fellow non-book-marm library types: What’s on your book stack? I don’t usually ask friendly questions in my posts because my blog is a self-centered cult of one, but I’ve decided to be friendly just this once and open up an honest and stimulating dialogue.



  1. Yes, I’m enjoying it very much.

    I like how the Stephen King book seems to be morphing into something else. I think your stack may be more exciting than my physical stack, as shown above. My Kindle has all my exciting books.

  2. My stack has been populated by a number of Orwellian sci-fi lately such as Hugh Howey’s Wool, Beck and Parke’s Agenda 21 and I dug up an old copy of David Palmer’s Emergence.

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