Showing posts with label Monica Ali. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monica Ali. Show all posts

Friday, August 24, 2012

Last bag!

Also last walk to work (well, bus stop - I DID have a huge bag of books) today from the apartment - Monday I'm moving and then Tuesday I'll be commuting to Cambridge from Brookline for the first time...


Mostly books I never get around to reading, like:

Lightning Rods - Helen DeWitt (2011)
Not sure why I have this; I read something else by the same author, I think, but if it's the book I'm thinking of, I didn't love it, so I'm not sure that I would have sought out another one.


In the Kitchen - Monica Ali (2009)
I think because Brick Lane was checked out?

The Abruzzo Trilogy - Ignazio Silone (2000)
Well, OBVIOUSLY because it's all stories set in Abruzzi[/o]! And also because it just makes me sad how little comes up when you search for books about (or in, or vaguely near) Abruzzo.

Dirty South - Ace Atkins (2004)
Heh. The title just makes me laugh. I am totally sure I grabbed this one off the shelf based on the spine along.

Leeches - David Albahari (2011)
I either read something else by Albahari and really liked it, or read something I really liked and then Albahari was mentioned either in a quote on the back or acknowledgements or something?

A Feather on the Breath of God - Sigrid Nunez (1995)
The Dud Avocado - Elaine Dundy (1958, 2007)
These two are both totally different, but also both kind of concerned with the whole coming-of-age / blossoming into womanhood / etc. thing. And well praised. They're also both small paperbacks and I am really tempted to hold on to them and just pack them since they wouldn't take up too much space.




And a book I read half of last Aug./Sept (I think):

Monument Wars: Washington, D.C., the National Mall, and the Transformation of the Memorial Landscape - Kirk Savage (2009)
I really liked this book, solid public history, but it's larger than a normal book and pretty heavy, which made it next to impossible to read in bed, and that's pretty much the only place/time I had to do any reading over the last year, so it kind of languished on the blanket chest.

And one I read half of some other time:
Shadows of the Pomegranate Tree - Tariq Ali (1992-2000: confusing)
I liked this, I'm not sure why I never finished it. I think I was always waiting until I could give it a good chunk of sober, not-exhausted time, and never found it...