Summer Reading list.

It was my husband's birthday yesterday, and he got Transmetropolitan as a present from my brother-in-law. "Not that he's a headcase, but some other traits of his reminded me of you," he told my husband.


I'm intrigued, so I'm putting it on my Summer Reading list.^*

Speaking of, I'm currently reading Elaine Feinstein's translation of Marina Tsvetaeva's "Selected Poems". After I finish it, I plan on reading Carol Ann Duffy, Marge Piercy and Wislawa Szymborska:


I've been enjoying these, too:


(The Rattle humor issue did make me laugh a couple of times.)

My guilty pleasures are Allure and Bazaar; the Poets & Writers looks interesting, though I still haven't leafed through it; and The New Yorker and Newsweek are a great morning read.


In other news, I'm liking my new surroundings a lot; the humidity is tolerable, albeit not so much when it's really hot outside. With the right temperature, though, it feels balmy and embracing. Like now, on the porch: birds chirping in the distance, my laptop humming here with me, emails to respond to in my inbox, and coffee waiting to be sipped.

Update: Finished parts 1 through 3. It's too foul-mouthed and gritty for my liking, but it's interesting nonetheless. And I do see similarities between S. J. and my significant other: the ability to write powerfully, the atheist attitude, the anti-consumerist streak, the contradictory drive to help people while disliking stupidity, the irreverent sense of humor... (not to mention they both took in strange stray cats, heh). Glad we're not living in S. J.'s dystopian City, though. Brrr. ↑