My sister and I had this conversation the other day about how, despite growing up dirt-floor-poor, we were always rich in pets. We had dogs. We had cats. Chickens. Goats. Ducks. Rabbits. And the occasional hitchhiker that my father would bring home (Remind me to tell you about the time that I woke up at 2:00 a.m. to find a stranger throwing up in our living room. Pets and hitchhikers have equal consideration for indoor etiquette)
And while I only have a dog these days, I am rich in another way. Books. Here are just a few titles of the books in my to-be-read-pile:
- WILD by Cheryl Strayed (Oprah just picked it for her newly reinstated book club)
- The Underside of Joy by Seré Prince Halverson
- So Far Away by Meg Mitchell Moore
- The Unfinished Work of Elizabeth D. by Nichole Bernier
- Sea Change by Karen White
- A Good American by Alex George
- The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski (I’m late to this party but I was busy having a baby at the height of its success)
- Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand
I also have an undisclosed, no-way-I’m-telling-you-what-it-is, biography that I’m using as research for my next novel. Mums the word on that for now.
What about you? What literary riches are sitting on your night stand or book shelf? Anything you think I must read to live a full and happy life?