I've recently adopted a new way of prioritizing my reading list, based not on what books interest me the most, but on the aesthetic appeal of their covers... in reverse order. Let me explain.
You see, once upon a time, I regarded books, not so much as possessions, but as friends... friends that would last a lifetime. I still think of books as friends, but they occupy a more temporary place in my life. I've been on the move for the last six years. I no longer have huge bookshelves to store books on. Nor do I have a permanent place to store a bookshelf.
So, books have taken on a more transient role in my life. I scrounge them up in used book stores and hostel book swaps, and when I finish reading them, I take them to the next book swap or give them away to someone who I know will enjoy them. I just can't physically schlep them all around with me in my backpack.
Well, in the last year, I've managed to become more or less permanently fixed in this flat in Prague, and I've managed to gather together quite a few books from various sources... all of which I intend to read before I pass them along. At the moment, they are occupying a bookshelfy spot on the side of my bed, out in plain view, and therein lies my dilemma.
You see, I think they take up too much room and hide the beautiful dark wood of that bookshelfy sideboard, and so I am motivated to read fast in order to make more room and put that beautiful wood on display. But in a simultaneous race to improve the aesthetics of my room, I'm choosing to read the ugliest books first.
Right now, I'm reading a very worn copy of A Bright Shining Lie (a history of the Vietnam war). Been reading that one for a long time... months, actually. It's a bit dry, but has its moments, and I'm interested in the topic. But most of all, I'm really motivated to get that cold, steely blue color out of my warm, yellow, orange and purple room. It just doesn't belong here.
The next to go will be Break-In, an equestrian mystery by Dick Francis. I've already read one of his equestrian mysteries, and I expect this next one to confirm my suspicions that he is a formula writer. Nevertheless, I must rid my bedside of that horrible black cover with its garish, fluorescent orange/pink lettering. And that one will be quickly followed by a black and blue collection of science fiction short stories.
Oh, there are other books I'm much more keen on reading... like the German version of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, the Polish version of Paulo Coehlo's The Alchemist or the German version of his Eleven Minutes. And I'm looking forward to re-reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead... even though I don't really agree with her politics, she's a fab storyteller.
But those will have to wait until I've rid my bedside of all its ugliness. Why is it that the most interesting books also have the prettiest covers? It's just something that I'm going to have to work with.
And what about you? How have you prioritized your summer reading list?



