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.