We were shopping yesterday and I pointed out no less than four pairs to her. She'd look over, and acknowledge that they were in fact nude pumps, and then sort of say, that's not what I'm looking for. She couldn't say exactly what she was looking for, but she'd know it when she saw it.
I find myself in a similar pickle, reading-wise. My semester ended almost a month ago, which means I'm ready to put down the non-committal Me Talk Pretty One Day, and the 3rd re-reading of Bill Bryson's Shakespeare, and read something new. Because when I say I take a break from reading after classes end every semester, this is only partly true. I never actually take a break. I just re-read old favorites, books that don't require much from me, books that I can fall asleep to. And while these are nice, and comfortable, they're not I'm happy that I missed the train because now I have more time to read books.
I'm ready for one of those. But, I don't exactly know what I want. I don't want anything as light as The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, but nothing as heavy as The Road. No short stories, but I don't want to commit to anything Ayn Rand sized. I want something engrossing, but that won't necessarily hijack me for the next month. I want dreamy, maybe The Virgin Suicides-dreamy, but without the bitterness.
I guess I'll know it when I see it.
p.s. if anyone has any suggestions, do me a favor and pipe up.
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