My Search Continues

I'm having a hard time finding a book to read. I so loved The Three Miss Margarets and the sequel, The Ladies of Garrison Gardens. Right now I'm in a rebound book-relationship; I begin a book, but it just is not my soul-mate, so I abandon it. I feel like I just won't ever find another good book again. And those two books I loved weren't great works of literature, I know. Just a darned-good read.

I got the book Honeymoon with my Brother per my mom's request, but had a hard time caring about the main character who is a well-off Republican. Even if his girlfriend did dump him at the alter.

I then started to read Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. Her books The Bean Trees and Pigs in Heaven are two of my all-time favorite reads. But this is a whole book about her family's adventures of living off the land? Can even Ms. Kingsolver make that interesting? And further, while I was at swim lessons for my girls, I brought the book along. It was closed on my lap. I was idly running my hand over the cover. I felt a bump, and knew something was between the cover and the first page. I opened the cover to see a squished fly. Gross. Now there is blood there on the book. From a dead fly. Somehow natural and fitting for a book about living off the land, but repulsive to me, and I think I can't read the book now because of the fly blood.

So now I'm trying to read a book called So Many Books, So Little Time. I got this book as I could relate to the premise of the book: a gal who loves to read, and doesn't have enough time to read all the books she wants. That's me. But the book is not as witty as I hoped it'd be; after all, the author is married to someone who is on the Saturday Night Live staff and should know and appreciate funny. But I don't know any of the books she talks about, and I find it somewhat sickening that someone can afford to write a book about reading books (of course, I'm just jealous...The further-premise of the book is that she decides to spend a year reading a book a week, and write about that experience. She fails that goal, but how can someone afford to just read books? I wish I got paid to just read books...). And it's sort of just bragging about what high-brow books she reads...She didn't once mention The Three Miss Margarets. Some of the books she recommends might be good reads, but I need to see the actual book, as I judge books by their covers all the time. And I haven't connected with her enough to make a list of the books she recommends, and take that list to Barnes and Noble or Half-Price Books to see what they look like. It's ironic because she talks about falling in love with books, but I can't seem to fall in love with her book. I'm almost ready to set it aside.

I'm wandering aimlessly in my literature world.