so tomorrow i leave for the big chicago adventure that has been looming for the past month and a half. i don't know much about the windy city, and i know even less about public transportation, so this should be interesting.
it seems as though my neurotic "gotta have a lot of books to choose from" side has finally kicked in. as i write this my suitcase is loaded down with the following:
1:: "oyster: history on the half shell" by mark kurlansky
2:: "krakatoa" by simon winchester
3:: "the hamlet" by faulkner
4:: "paradise lost" by milton
5:: "the snows of kilimanjaro" by hemingway
6:: "lady chatterley's lover" by lawrence
7:: "across the river and into the trees" by hemingway
seven books. seven books for 5 days. is this overkill? maybe so, but i like to have options. and look at the range--early modern verse, victorian fiction, modern american fiction, and narrative nonfiction. how can i get bored with all these books to choose from?!
there's just one thing left to say: hello, my name is duessa and i have a book problem.