I knew his name, of course, but I'd never read Pat Conroy before...hadn't even seen any of the movies based on his books...but I needed an audiobook lickety split, and when I saw the title My Reading Life, it made me interested enough to want to give it a listen for at least the length of a three mile walk.
I was further intrigued by the idea that Pat Conroy was doing the reading himself.
And it was a good book. Very interesting. Pat Conroy's enthusiasm for the books he talked about was so contagious that I found myself, for the first time in my life, wanting to read Gone With the Wind (the subject of the first chapter).
So I ended up sticking with it. And it just kept being interesting. I found myself wanting to read Thomas Wolfe again. I found myself really wanting to read James Dickey again. I even found myself wanting to check out a Pat Conroy book or two, maybe.
I finished My Reading Life off whilst cutting the grass today. And decided to stop in at Half-Price Books on my way home from dropping Jacqueline off at her mom's house. Within minutes I spotted a paperback of Deliverance on the spinner rack in the back of the store. For $1. Well. A few minutes after that, I spotted a hardcover copy of Alnilam for $2.
I've been trying not to buy any books lately, but for fuck's sake...how could I NOT?
More details as they happen.
P.S. I'm going to be needing some of Dickey's poetry sometime soon, too, universe, so if it's not too much trouble....
P.P.S. Just one more thing.... Pat Conroy also said that James Dickey's Poems 1957-67 was THE greatest book of American poetry EVer. So just in case the Universe doesn't come through on that one, I put it on reserve at the Louisville Free Public Library. So there's that. Mmm-hmm.
I was further intrigued by the idea that Pat Conroy was doing the reading himself.
And it was a good book. Very interesting. Pat Conroy's enthusiasm for the books he talked about was so contagious that I found myself, for the first time in my life, wanting to read Gone With the Wind (the subject of the first chapter).
So I ended up sticking with it. And it just kept being interesting. I found myself wanting to read Thomas Wolfe again. I found myself really wanting to read James Dickey again. I even found myself wanting to check out a Pat Conroy book or two, maybe.
I finished My Reading Life off whilst cutting the grass today. And decided to stop in at Half-Price Books on my way home from dropping Jacqueline off at her mom's house. Within minutes I spotted a paperback of Deliverance on the spinner rack in the back of the store. For $1. Well. A few minutes after that, I spotted a hardcover copy of Alnilam for $2.
I've been trying not to buy any books lately, but for fuck's sake...how could I NOT?
More details as they happen.
P.S. I'm going to be needing some of Dickey's poetry sometime soon, too, universe, so if it's not too much trouble....
P.P.S. Just one more thing.... Pat Conroy also said that James Dickey's Poems 1957-67 was THE greatest book of American poetry EVer. So just in case the Universe doesn't come through on that one, I put it on reserve at the Louisville Free Public Library. So there's that. Mmm-hmm.
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