The past few weeks, i’ve been buying books like a madman, filling in gaps in my library that i’ve been meaning to fill for years. Many of them has been traditional canonical works, stuff that i read long ago for school, but misplaced, gave away, or never actually owned. The selection has been relatively stodgy… Chaucer, Dante, Thucydides, Ovid, some Hemingway, some Steinbeck, Melville… get the picture?
I don’t even quite know why i’m buying some of this stuff now, as i don’t intend to be rotating them into the TBR stacks. There is no Grand Plan for Reading, other than i’m tired of not having some of these books handy when i want to check a reference, and don’t feel like going online to something like Project Gutenberg.
(It’s not as if i won’t be able to buy them in the future, and i’ve already learned that the power of my employee discount is negligible when compared to buying used books or online stores.)
The only contemporary title that i’ve picked up in the bookstore in the past weeks has been The Bastard of Istanbul, and it’s on the shelf untouched. However, despite the chaos, i have been reading, and got some fun stuff, which i’ll post about later.