I sometimes forget why I like winter/summer breaks until they are upon me, and then I routinely experience an odd dissonance when they finally arrive, when I am not sure what to do with myself for a few days while I adjust to having a new (read no) schedule. I'm in that limbo now, only it is complicated this time by the fact that I do have one overarching task at hand: waiting to have a baby.
But waiting, as you might imagine, takes both no time at all and all the time I have, so the dissonance is more profound this winter. Additionally, I still have no cable, as part of my preparation to raise a child as uninfluenced by commercialism as possible, so there is very little mindless drivel out there to keep me occupied while I wait. Not that the writers' strike leaves us with a lot good options right now, but I can't even count on TNT's endless Law and Order reruns to pass the time.
I could, of course, read, and I have been, but I have made some poor choices so far, which are leaving me disillusioned: Fortune's Rock by Anita Shreve was long, ponderous, and, well, icky, so I put is aside for a memoir by Helen Fremont called After Long Silence, which turned out to be a 2nd generation Holocaust survivor narrative which would have thrilled me in grad school but left me just depressed now. Why these books, you ask? Well, during the Charleston County Library annual Bookfest, when trade paperbacks are $1.00, I picked up a bunch of books that looked interesting and now I am reading through them. I have a V.S. Naipaul I could read, but I'm worried it will be too dense, and the first sentence of the blurb doesn't bode well "Spanning three continents and an entire history of caste, class, exile (of course), and dislocation..." Really? An entire history? Hmmm... There's also one called A Year in the Merde which appears to be British "lad lit," as opposed to American "chick lit," which could either be fun or horrendous.
Soooooo, since I do have access to a library and no TV on the horizon, any suggestions from anyone out there? Nothing about babies dying or medicine gone wrong, please, and preferably something mildly entertaining (as opposed to heartbreaking or depressing).