“My name is D.H. Jonathan, and I am a book addict.”  If I ever join a recovery program, that is what I would say.  Over the past couple of weeks, I have made four or five trips to one of the local bookstores.  “I’m just going to browse but not buy anything,” I tell myself, but I always walk out with something.

Building off my last blog post, I am just finishing Carrie Fisher’s very funny Postcards from the Edge.  There have been several times while reading that I have laughed out loud.  Reading it now makes me even sadder that she is gone.

Thanks to my recent bookstore trips, I have several books to chose from as my next read.  I have been going through past winners of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, and I have in my recently purchased stack The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis, and The Confessions of Nat Turner by William Styron.  I also have a copy of Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones that I won in a Goodreads giveaway.  And there’s also The 42nd Parallel by John Dos Passos, but as that is the first book of a trilogy that has often been called one long novel, reading that will necessitate another trip to the bookstore for the other two books.

I’ll enjoy the last quarter of Postcards from the Edge before I make up my mind…