I’ll have a post on the second book in the Twilight series tomorrow or the day after but I wanted to check in with my obsessive reading over this long weekend. New Moon, the second book in the series, is absolutely amazing. I’m almost finished and I was so antsy I bought the third book, Eclipse, today when I was out and about in town. I’m absolutely enthralled and so happy that the fourth (and final!) book comes out in August. I’m also gearing up for Stephanie Meyer’s other book, The Host, which I’m waiting to get from the library. (I’m trying to be good…)

At the moment I’m also reading Uglies, by Scott Westerfeld. This is another series of fantasy-esque books that were recommended to me by a friend at work. It’s quite good so far. I’m really hoping to enjoy the series, although I don’t know if it will live up to the awesomeness of the Twilight series, which takes a love story, adds a twist of modern fantasy, and cranks up every emotion possible to the nth degree. 

My brother, who has a killer reading sense, has been recommending David Foster Wallace to me for about a year. I’ve always been a fan of weirdly comic writers so I have two books from him on order at the local library. The Broom of the System, Foster’s first book, I found in the used book cellar of my local bookstore and decided that I wouldn’t spend the money but would dive into this book, which looks to be fascinating. I’ve also got his most recent collection of essays on order. I’m a sucker for nonfiction essays. I don’t know what it is, maybe my background in journalism, but stick a John McPhee or Adam Gopnik essay compilation in my hands and I won’t move for the next few hours I’ll be so engrossed with the text. 

Lastly, I’m trying to get into more classic literature. I’m going to try to read John Le Carre’s The Spy who came in from the Cold because I’ve always loved spy-related things (I’m a Bond lover and I couldn’t get enough of Alias when it was on TV) and I feel like it can’t hurt to read one of the classic spy novels. I’m also gearing up to read The Man Who Was Thursday after seeing an article about Chesterton in the New Yorker by my favorite essayist Adam Gopnik. If he’s recommending it, I’m bound to enjoy it. At least it will broaden my horizons or some such. 

And with that, a fond goodnight. I’ve got faaar too much reading to do.