I’ve been tagged by Eva for this book meme (although, Eva’s been wrestling with semantics and technicalities ever since boning up on the history of the word itself, and hesitates to call it a meme). But anyway… on with the show.
According to my delicious library, I have 475 books. But there are surely some I haven’t catalogued, and I can safely estimate a nice, round 500.
Last weekend at the Beguiling I picked up these 3 beauties:
While in Arizona for the Reubens I read the appropriately-titled Men and Cartoons short story collection by Jonathan Lethem. Before that I finished Bill Bryson’s Made in America
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Sure, the majority of those are somewhat silly choices—but for the most part, they’re books that, as a young robot, shaped my sense of humour, and cartooning, and my love for nonsense. I love “real” literature, too, of course—favourites include John Steinbeck, Kurt Vonnegut, Michael Chabon, Ian McEwan, and Robertson Davies. But in a fire I’d grab the Edward Lear, Groucho Marx, William Steig, and Dr. Seuss first.
I’m passing the torch to: