To the casual viewer and audience of 1 disinterested dog, I’ve finished my packing for my trip to KL.
Except, like every single other long-ish trip involving enforced sitting, I’m in a bit of a dilemma on what to bring to read. My shortlist is usually 10 books rather than the recommended 3 and in most cases I usually finish them by the end of the trip.
My parents gave me up on me a long time ago. They’ve deciced that as long as I can carry everything in my backpack and not weigh down the combined check in quota 80 everyone’s happy. The other passengers wondered why any parents would make their child carry what looks like their entire textbook, but as long as I didn’t have to offload any of my books it’s all good.
The only person who seemed to agree with my dilemma is P, as we usually ended up at least 5. One classic, so you don’t feel bad, one semi trashy, one easy to read, one challenging read and something random for the last.
So far my short list of books are:
– The Story Teller – Adib Khan (involving a dward)
– Kafka on the Shore -Haruki Murakami (been meaning to read this)
– The Dante Club – Matthew Pearl (no idea why)
– A Cloth Covered Button (a zine I picked up in TINA)
– Cybele’s Secret – Juliet Marilliear (because anything by her is a pleasure to read)
– The Adventures of Tom Sawyer – Mark Twain (P’s recommendation)
– A Moveable Feast – Ernest Hemmingway (why not)
– Arts and Wonders – Gregory Norminton (involving another dwarf)
– The Crooked Letter – Sean Williams (I like the cover)
I’m actually more excited about reading Cybele’s Secret than the rest put together and more than a little afraid of finishing it within 2 hours. I suppose the other 8 reads are more padding than anything else.
You probably notice by now that my shortlist is actually a list of books I’m bringing with me on this trip. When it gets too hard to choose, tossing everything in usually works.
It feels like I haven’t been on a holiday for a long, long time. Being in bed for the past 3 days with an acute locked neck wasn’t exactly restful when I can’t sit up and moving was torture with a capital T.
I’m going to be in KL for a good ten days, eating my way through whatever I can find and spending as much as I can NOT THINKING OF WORK.