Thanksgiving (and yet another attempt to find out what you’re reading….)

I once read someone (maybe it was Judith Viorst?) say that her father’s idea of being safe and secure was having money in the bank, that her mother’s was always having enough toilet paper, and hers was knowing you’d have enough hot water no matter how long you showered. Mine has always been having enough unread books to make it through a snowstorm or a long illness or whatever catastrophic occurrence might keep me from being able to get to a bookstore and get more. As anyone who knows me will tell you, my chances of running out of books are slim to none – surface areas to put them on is a whole other matter. I need more time, not more books, so I’m thankful for a long weekend. Here’s what's going to the beach in my suitcase: Sarah Vowell’s The Wordy Shipmates, Lauren Goff’s Monsters of Templeton, and Aravind Adiga’s The White Tiger. What’s in yours?