1. Total number of books I own.
I have to hang my head in shame, as I own over 2,000 books. Seriously. It makes me look I have money to burn, but please note that I have worked at two different publishers and have been lucky enough to get ridiculous discounts (books for $1? How can I possibly say no?) It's one of the things I'm going to miss the most about not returning to work. Oh, that lovely lovely perk.
I've tried to pare down. I do go to the library. It's the one place where I know I know I overconsume and am greedy, but I just can't help myself. I'm an addict. I need my fix on a regular basis.
2. Last book I read.
The last book I finished was The Septembers of Shiraz by Dalia Sofer (sent to me by the lovely ragdoll of My Tragic Right Hip). I have a review coming on this, as I really enjoyed this book. However, I have A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian by Marina Lewycka, Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Bank, and The Emperor's Children by Claire Messaud all in the end stages.
3. Last book I bought.
It was a shopping trip, so I can't cop to a single book. The Keep by Jennifer Egan, One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, The Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseini and Giving by Bill Clinton (for Mr Babbler). Ooh, do you see why I have a problem?
4. Five meaningful books.
Wow, five meaningful books. Where to start? Perhaps I'll wander down memory lane.
1) Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery.
(Really, the whole series, but it specified a single book) My all-time favorite book from childhood (and well into adulthood), it made me believe that perhaps there was a good family out there for everyone.
2) Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.
So clichéd but with smart women, witty dialogue, love in the end what's not to love? I remember reading this as a pre-teen, feeling all grown up, then again as a teenager when I got a little more out of it, then finally as an adult where it all made sense.
3) Chitty Chitty Bang Bang adapted by Al Perkins.
This was the book when I was a child, the book that I had read to me over and over and over (and over) again until I knew it backwards and forwards. Now if only I can find a copy of it for less than $70 used.
4) Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley.
Why is this so significant? Because it is the book that I've owned for more than ten years. I've dragged it around to vacations, plane rides, train rides and weekends away and still have never managed to read it. Sadly, because I love historical fiction, I love Arthurian legend, I love the cover and I love a good thick book, and yet I've never managed to get into it. Strange.
5) The Historian by Elizabeth Kotsova.
Another unfinished book. This one is significant as it is the book I lugged around in the last few days of my pregnancy. I had it with me the day my water broke. I read it at 3 am while on bedrest and unable to sleep in the hospital, having been awoken again by the nurses. It is the book that I never returned to, the bookmark firmly in place from mere hours before Peanut was born. I'm not sure I'll ever finish it. Maybe when she leaves for college?
Time to tag! I'd love to get a glimpse of BubandPie's, kittenpie's, metro mama's, HerBadMother's and Aliki's recent reading. Anyone else want to play along? You guys out there doing the NaBloPoMo thing - feel free to grab it and run. Leave me a link in the comments so I can stop by!