I have a book problem. I love to buy them.
A year ago, when I moved to Spain, I packed a few books to get me started: Originals (Adam Grant), Being Mortal (Atul Gawande), and The Emperor of All Maladies (Siddhartha Mukherjee). The first two, finished (two of the best non-fiction books I’ve ever read). The last one, still working on it.
I’m someone who likes to read a few books at the same time. Not out of boredom, but actually out of interest. Sometimes I want to read about the psychology of how people work together, other times about doctors and patients, and other times, rare ones, something fiction. And I like to pick them based on the mood I’m in that day.
Over the last year, I’ve accumulated quite a few books…enough to make a suitcase overweight. And enough to make me wonder how I will transport them to my next flat!
But I learned something amazing in the process: I actually LOVE to read and I’m fully capable of finishing two books in a weekend. I’ve blazed through 10 more books than I would normally finish in a year and I can’t stop reading…for “fun.”
In my bag right now, accompanying me on my walk to and from school and work: Give and Take (Adam Grant).