I was leaving for a five-day trip and it was going to be a busy one. Sneakers packed for early morning walks, heels packed for evenings, and comfy flats for everything in between. If my ass was going to be touching a surface for more than a second it was going to be on a toilet seat. And even that would be rushed. We’re talking a busy trip.
So naturally I packed four books.
“Seriously? Seriously?” my husband said when he saw me packing my favorite under-the-seat carry-on, a Michelle Obama tote. “There is no way you’re going to get as much as forty pages read the entire vacation.”
“Oh, ye of little faith,” I said. And by that, I meant: No kidding. Of course I’m not going to read four books. I’m not stupid. But I’m not so old and jaded to think that there’s just a glimmer of a possibility that I might find myself with some time on my hands, my phone out of battery, no one to talk to, but four novels at the ready. I also believe in the tooth fairy and that Roofer Steve will come back and clean up the mess he left on my garage roof three months ago. [Read more…] about What I Read on My Spring Vacation