And getting busier -- Mom PPA visits this weekend so I won't be around much. After that, I hope to get back to taking photos and stuff like that.
In the meantime:
#15 -- "The New York Trilogy" by Paul Auster
#16 -- "Eiger Dreams" by Jon Krakauer
I read the Auster book (three loosely-connected odd novellas on the themes of identity and loneliness) probably about a decade or so ago, when I had the habit of turning down corners on pages that featured a thought I found particularly illuminating. Seeing what I found notable in my early 20s is kind of fun -- I went straight for emotional drama and romance, thoughts that seem deep when you're 23. Ten years on, I note that I missed the really illuminating stuff -- too subtle. I don't think I found it as amazing this time around, but the Trilogy is still pretty entertaining.
Mountain climbing has a theoretical appeal for me -- the thin air, the dizzying heights -- but reading Krakauer's book (a collection of articles on various forms of climbing) reaffirms that it will stay theoretical. Even if I magically got into shape, good God, that stuff is terrifying. "Into Thin Air," which I read years ago, somehow didn't hit that close to home -- the climbers involved were too distant. This, for whatever reason, drove it all home a bit better.
Some of it's a bit technical, but again, a nice quick read, and Krakauer's got that nice style that makes highly specialized writing accessible.