…is that I keep running into old favorites I haven’t read in forever. For instance, Blue on Blue Ground by Aaron Smith, the fever almanac by Kristy Bowen, and Mistaking the Sea for Green Fields by Ashley Capps all jumped out of my boxes and ran for my nightstand. I swear. And then I keep running into books which remind me that I haven’t exactly kept up on my reading. For instance, I love Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest by B.H. Fairchild, but I haven’t read any of Fairchild’s work since the publication of this book. Shame on me. Finally, I keep finding books I can’t pack because I need them for my creative writing class, since we have finally entered the poetry unit of this course. I mean, really, how can I possibly teach contemporary poetry without reading some of Jan Beatty’s poems out loud to my class?
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mariegauthier Said:
on March 24, 2010 at 4:57 pm
Oh how I love Mistaking the Sea for Green Fields–that’s such the danger with moving! I remember when we were in the process of selling my house, and stored 10 boxes of books to clear out some “clutter” (as if!). But it ended up taking a year to sell. In that time I refilled ALL my bookcases with more books. And when I was finally able to take out all the others from storage (hooray for big apartments!) it was like a treasure trove to unpack all those books! Happy treasure-storing!