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I have so many books*. I've been wondering how expensive it will be to ship them all back to Ontario. But I can't part ways with them. I just CAN'T. Well, maybe one or two. But not enough to make a significant weight change.



Anyway, I have a bunch of books set aside for next week's vacation. They are:
  • A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth (I'm finally halfway through this monster. Gotta finish it by the end of the month as it's not mine!)
  • Groundwork for the Metaphysics of Morals - Immanuel Kant (this has also been partially read for months & must be returned before I move away)
  • The Writing Life - Annie Dillard (a birthday gift from Laura, I've been saving it for some specific time...I think this time.)

And three anthologies of poetry. One by e. e. cummings, one by WCW (William Carlos Williams) and one by Emily Dickinson. All fantastic poets whose styles are reflected in my own writing, I think. And if I want to write good poetry, I should probably be reading good poetry.

The plan is to do all this reading, interspersed with some writing. We'll see if the shores of Cuba allow for creative inspiration, or if the luxury of a resort chokes my creative juices...


*the books in this photo do not belong to me. But someday I will own rows of classics like this.

Comments

  1. nadine5:28 PM

    Please don't part with too many of your books in Vancouver. I have plans to borrow/steal/read them once they reach Ontario.

    P.S. I eagerly await your review of The Writing Life. I've heard good things.

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  2. Anonymous1:29 AM

    dibs on your books!

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  3. Beth1:57 PM

    nadine - never fear, the vast majority are coming with!

    amelia - you can have dibs on all the rejects :)

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