My Library Love Affair

NunezI am carrying on a profound, manipulative but ultimately deeply satisfying relationship with the New York Public Libary. I am so impressed by the little bookmarklet program that allows me to click a link on my toolbar while looking at a book on Amazon and immediately be taken to the page on the NYPL website to reserve the book that I cannot sleep. I am sly and reserve books before the library has them in stock. I hold off from buying new popular books, sometimes waiting through hundreds of borrowers before me on the library list, so that I can carry the badge of honor of the latest David Sedaris in its Mylar library sheath--a signal to all who "know" that I possess the qualities of restraint, patience and thriftiness necessary to procure these NYPL-equivalents of gold ingots.

I would like it to be known that I do indeed buy books that I love. I just can't afford to buy all the books I want to read, so I need the library to feed my habit. This is to say that I would prefer that you buy my book and not get it from the library, because I need your cash in order more books. And pay the electric bill.

Today I returned:
The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club, by Laurie Notaro (over a week late, a buck seventy-five, ooops. This was not supposed to happen since I started using the extremely handy LibraryElf which sends me reminders a few days before books are due.)
Cooking With Fernet Branca, by James Hamilton-Patterson
Garlic and Sapphires, by Ruth Reichl

Why can't there be a social network for book sharing/rating/discussing like Netflix Friends? I really need this in my life. Please investigate.

I hit the jackpot and now have to do nothing but read for the next two weeks or these choice books I picked up today will have to go back to the 'brary.

Possible Side Effects, by Augusten Burroughs
Drugs Are Nice, by Lisa Carver
Black Swan Green, by David Mitchell
A Writer's Life, by Gay Talese
The Last of Her Kind, by Sigrid Nunez

I still have not finished from my last windfall:

The Days of Abandonment
, by Elena Ferrante
Biographie de la faim, by Amélie Nothomb

How am I supposed to read my newly acquired Edward St. Aubyn imports with all these other books to get through? Will I ever finish Of Human Bondage? Never mind The New Yorker and my recent subscriptive indulgence, Vanity Fair? Will I ever get around to my planned summer reading projects, thorough investigations into The Rosenbergs, the Prague Spring and the peculiar and fascinating fact of New Caledonia?

Did I mention I'm still wrapping stuff up on my own book?

PS Sigrid Nunez cover image because I love the cover. That type treatment makes me swoon. I hope the book is as good as the cover by which I'm judging it. Stay tuned.