Thursday, December 8, 2011

Books, Travel, and One Really Bad Tattoo

Books and travel are the perfect combination. It takes the proper set of circumstances however to pull it off to its best effect. I often drag along a book which only ends up being used as a prop for discrete people watching if there is too much going on. I've only ever finished one book at the beach (The Life of Pi) because I am so easily distracted by the unusual tattoos people choose to get (I once saw one that said RIP Grandma and Grandpa over an inky version of a really bad Olan Mills photo. It covered the girl's entire back. I doubt her boyfriend thought it was sexy.). I see people reading in airports. I have no idea how they can do that. I'm busy making up secret shady business deals for the men in suits I see, imagining the decor of the homes of well dressed women, and picking out children who could be cast in a remake of The Exorcist. 

 I have a lot of book lists. Some are written on paper, some are in my head, some are tangible ones in stacks here and there around the house. I have books that mean to get to "someday" and  books that I feel obligated to read because they were given to me by someone with an expectation of a future discussion. Then I have books that I will read when the time is right.

This week the time was right for one I'd been holding since 1994.

While I am indulging myself this week at The Food Maven's Haven I am reading one such book, Midnight in the Garden of Good And Evil. What? You've read it? Please don't tell me what happens. I've been steering clear of the movie too lo these many years, so be a dear and don't ruin it for me. I am currently avoiding The Help and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo for exactly the same reason. I do wish they wouldn't make the books I'm trying to get to into movies without consulting me first. I've got a few ideas for some books I have read that NEED to be movie-fied. Another list.

This week has turned out to be the perfect combination of going out and staying in, leaving me plenty of time to indulge my literary habit. Last night Mr. Maven came in after having dinner at The Pink House then it was mentioned in my book this morning. Street names and landmarks seep into your consciousness when you haven't only run across them on jaunts but when they are woven into a story.

It's fun to read The Firm in Memphis, Gone With the Wind in Atlanta, and Confederacy of Dunces or The Pelican Brief in New Orleans. Don't even get me started about Bridget Jone's Diary in London or The Da Vinci Code in Rome.

The only thing better than curling up at home with a good book, may be curling up away from home with one.

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