Reading is my entertainment of choice.

Choosing which books to take is a delicious/heart rending series of decisions.

In the backpack years it was once the complete Henry James. Once a Scrabble dictionary. In cars and trucks it has been 4 volume sets (Durrell and the Raj Quartet).

For this trip it started out with maps.

Then came the first pile. Which morphed into two. Which is now ridiculous.  This is 1/2 of the fiction/nonfiction selection.Now I have started separating the books into subjects, and the next pile has to do with Zen and Adveta Vedanta.Then I have the partially hidden if-there-is room book stack:

I have the other half of fiction/nonfiction and a bunch of spanish language instruction books.

I sorted through the stacks and did away with Play Poker Like the Pros by Phil Hellmuth, Jr. I can’t go lighter.

I confess to buying a book yesterday to add to the over stuffed milk crates. Hopeless.