Way back when, when I was just out of college, I was known for building mountain ranges. Back then my biggest masterpieces were the mountains of clean but wrinkled clothes that never seemed to make it to the ironing board in advance of my needing them. There was Mt. Mansfield, Sterling, Camel’s Hump, Bread Loaf (I was in Vermont), and unlike the mountain peaks I saw from my windows, the peaks in my mountain range were growing visibly by the day, actively competing with each other for dominance in the range.I have a similar situation going on now, but the mountain range is no longer composed of heaps of un-ironed clothes (I gave up on ironing as a lifestyle when I moved to CA), it’s made up of books–the ones I keep acquiring with full intention of reading, but somehow never seem to get to the reading part.
Problem is this computer. With all of its far reaching tentacles into cyber space and beyond, it keeps me from reading these books as I can’t seem to tear myself away–and I’m not even on any of those social networking sites like Facebook or Twitter either. Am I an addict? (Need I even ask the question?) And yet the books all look so good and I really do want to read them–and yet all I ever seem to manage is a few sentences in one before I fall asleep at night. I may have to pitch the computer. This has been going on for several years, so as you can imagine, the situation has become quite dire. Not only am I being pushed out of my house for all the space these unread books are occupying, but my brain is missing out on being rejuvenated by all the information, inspiration, and new ways of thinking that are undoubtedly in these books, but being left in there unread–at least by me. This is depressing. Do I need to hire a reader–someone who will read these books out loud to me as I go on about the rest of my life? I just saw the movie The Reader, and Kate Winslet’s character got a lot more than just information and inspiration when books were read to her…maybe I should put an ad on Craig’s List? I’m thinking that maybe the best way for me to proceed is to get very brave and make a list. (Bravery is required because the length of the list is likely to make me think that I could never live long enough to read my way through it–the books, themselves, I mean, not just the list of them.) OK–courage summoned, I’m attempting a list. The first three at the top of the list encourage me by their subject matter–at least my head wants to go to deeper levels. In My Own Words by the Dalai Lama Still Here/Embracing Aging, Changing, and Dying by Ram Dass The Love of Impermanent Things by Mary Rose O’Reilly The Web That Has No Weaver/Understanding Chinese Medicine by Ted Kaptchuk The Three Only Things/Tapping the Power of Dreams, Coincidence, and Imagination by Robert Moses The Wisdom of Your Face/Change Your Life with Chinese Face Readings by Jean Haner Horse Sense for People, by Monty Roberts Draft Horses/An Owner’s Manual by Beth Valentine, DVM, PhD and Micheal Wildenstein, CJF The Gaslight Effect/How to Spot and Survive Hidden Manipulation Others Use to Control Your Life by Naomi Wolf The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion The Illusion of Conscious Will by Daniel M. Wegner How We Decide by Jonah Lehrer Notes on a Life by Eleanor Coppola The Enneagram/Understanding Yourself and Others in Your Life by Helen Palmer Dharma Moments by Danai Chanchaochai Dispatches from the Muckdog Gazette by Bill Kauffman The Emotionally Unavailable Man by Patti Henry Why Mars and Venus Collide by John Gray, PhD Anatomy of Love by Helen Fisher, PhD Why Him? Why Her? By Helen Fisher, PhD Walking in the Garden of Souls/Advice from the Hereafter for Living in the Here and Now by George Anderson and Andrew Barone An Inquiry into the Existence of Guardian Angels/A Journalist’s Investigative Report by Pierre Jovanovic Angel Animals/Divine Messengers of Miracles by Allen and Linda Anderson So, that’s the list–sort of. I have failed to mention two books on tree houses (don’t ask my why this subject), one on the acupressure points in horses (at least that has a logical tie-in to my life, plus it’s more Chinese awareness that I’m sure we would all be better off having more of), the three Malcolm Gladwell books (Blink, The Tipping Point, and Outliars) that I have so far only skimmed and really want to get to (what else is new?), and another one on draft horses (again) that I am being sorely tempted to add to the ever-growing mountain range. I need one of those parental locks on my access to Amazon. So there we have it–enough reading to keep me going for at least two solid months in winter–providing I were ensconced in a secluded beach house without car or computer. What are chances? |
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