I'm getting ready to head to Santa Fe. In addition to worrying about to wear (and what not to wear), I'm worrying about what to read—on the plane, at least.
I'm still nibbling my way through Secret Ingredients, and my copy of Stalking the Wild Asparagus came in the mail. But what about poetry?
It quickly became apparent that I wouldn't be able to make it to Open Books before I left. I didn't even make it to Bailey Coy or the public library. That leaves my own library. That's the reason I save all these books, right?
I have my copy of the new issue of The Cape Rock, but I also have hours of flying and layovers. I may need to spend some time staring at the shelves.
P.S. If I did have time to get to Open Books, I'd pick up a copy of Shadow Architect, the new book by Emily Warn.