reading diary

No, I’m not Italian. I appropriated “piccoli segreti” from Sophia Loren’s Recipes & Memories. She was referring to the “little secrets” simmering on her stovetop, and the pleasure they bring to others, but I view it as a challenge. I am too private, too safe…that’s right, boring. But maybe her phrase will inspire me to write with an openness I usually avoid, to share a little of myself.

My feelings might change about this, but for now I want to use this space as a reading diary, entering my thoughts and feelings about what I’m reading and sometimes maybe, the movies or the plays I see.

I finished Ann Patchett’s Bel Canto last night and I loved it. She creates characters that one would rarely meet in real life–South American terrorists fresh from the jungle; the world’s most talented soprano; foreign diplomats and business leaders–and shows us their passions, their desires, their dreams, their hearts. It’s a lovely and painful book. I look forward to reading more of this author.

Today I went to Davis and checked out a few books to read this summer. I already have a stack of 67 books (I counted them) I have bought since last summer to read this summer, but I always seem to want more.

Two of the books that I didn’t get but whose titles I came across: Don’t Just Do Something, Sit There and Wherever you Go, There You Are. What great titles! Both of them are on the topic of mindfulness which I am interested in, and I did select a book on the topic, but it’s title isn’t so cool. More about that later.