There's some big news in my reading life, folks.
(You're right if you've been reading my Salon posts of late and guessed that I actually finished a book. Indeed, that I did.)
But this news is even bigger. It's life-changing. After nearly 40 years ...
I CAN READ IN THE CAR!
Now, I know some of my blog readers are probably saying, "So what?" But this is huge, people. Like many people, I suffer with the inability to read in the car or on a bus. I can read on a plane. I can read on a train. (This is starting to sound like the blog of Dr. Seuss). But I have not, thought I could not, would not read in a car.
Until I tried it with the Kindle last night.
It was an experiment of sorts. On our car trips to see family in PA, The Husband usually drives and I fiddle with Facebook or Twitter on my phone. I realized that if I can read status updates and tweets, then maybe I could read my Kindle.
So I tried it out yesterday evening. Fired up my Kindle to the May 9 issue of "The New Yorker" (still working my way through that one) and read Donald Antrim's short story "He Knew." And just like that, I discovered I could read in the car now. Being that we are moving 6 hours away from our families (instead of the 1.5 hours we are now), the idea that I'll be able to spend some of these road trips with a Kindle book makes me deliriously happy. I don't know what the difference is, and I don't care.
Like many others, I have a little trip of sorts planned this week. I'm going to New York on Friday for the 2nd Annual Book Blogger Convention ... but I'm not going to be reading my Kindle on the train. I'll be reading THIS and I cannot wait.
I am so looking forward to reading this book. I've known about it since last year and it has seemed like an eternity for its publication date of May 4 to get here. But it did, and I now have a copy, and I am thrilled.
From all I've heard about this one (and you'll be hearing more about it too, judging from the accolades it has already received and the fact that it went into a second printing less than two weeks post-publication), this seems to be a book where the reading cannot and should not be rushed. It deserves the gift of time - time to let the story and the characters and the issues raised within to properly marinate in one's mind.
Time happens to be something I don't have much of these days ... but I will have at least four glorious and uninterrupted hours on Amtrak when I head to New York for the Book Blogger Convention on Friday.
(While Rachel Simon might be a new author for some, I (and more than a few others) have been following her career for 20 years. For those of us in the Philadelphia area, she's one of our own - now calling my adopted state of Delaware home. On Monday evening, I was lucky enough to attend a fabulous talk with Rachel at one of our local library branches - which I'll be blogging about soon.)
Wherever you are this Sunday - be it in a car or a train or a plane en route to Book Expo America or at home (and you should be at Armchair BEA if that's the case) - I hope you have a great print or e-book in hand!