Second verse of the same song I was singing last post, condensed and relegated to list form in order to avoid needless repetition:
1. The other day, I heard Fannie Flagg interviewed on Diane Rehm.
2. She recently published a new book, The All-Girl Filling Station’s Last Reunion, of which she read a delightful and humorous excerpt.
3. My interest was piqued.
4. Fact About Me: I generally check out the books I read from the library instead of purchasing them, on account of financial and spatial considerations, i.e. it seems excessive to rent a storage unit just to house the books I accumulate, especially when libraries exist, whose primary operational goal is to store these exact same books, and super especially when, at my typical rate of 2-3 books per week, by age 82 I would have 7,020 books in my possession*, and well, ain’t nobody got time for that, especially when I’m 82 and probably can’t even lift a book without straining my arthritic wrists.
5. The wait list for newly released books at the library is always long (though I can’t complain, because it makes me feel good to think I live in a city with so many other avid readers).
6. Instead of reading the new book I’d just heard about, I decided, as I so often do, to read one of the author’s more aged (and thus more readily available) offerings instead.
7. I read Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café (first published in 1987, when I was two years old and not really up for reading chapter books yet).
8. Bottom line: You should too.
*This number doesn’t seem high enough. Fewer than 10,000 books between now and when I am the unfathomable age of 82? How am I ever going to Read All The Books?! What’s the point of it all?!