I was afraid of something before I began this trip. I was afraid that I would find myself stuck on an airplane with NOTHING GOOD TO READ. I pictured it thusly: Me, pondering the airplane upholstery; Me, reduced to reading the online magazine where they would try to sell me closet organizers; Me, staring at the steward as he serves Diet Cokes and coming to definite conclusions about better ways for him to style his hair. Me, with nothing good to read.
I decided to overcome this fear with action: I brought all three books I’m currently reading. Insurance against a catastrophic reading emergency.
My carry on consists of my travel papers and precisely one paperback, one trade paperback, and a walkman and four cassettes from the book on tape I’m reading.
From Lansing to Detriot I read Book A. During my two-hour layover at Metro I read Book B. From Metro to Minneapolis I listened to Book C. I couldn’t have planned it better myself.
Excellent planning, Mme. Snakelady. On the recent UP tour I had: iPod, sudoku book, latest Miss Zukas, knitting and still ended up buying another book in St. Ignace. It is my first foray into historical fiction – Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Should keep me busy for some time.
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