An Ideal Plane-Read
As Kate announced earlier this week, I am off to London for some graduate school adventures very shortly. While my last few American days are filled with the usual chaos of moving anywhere (at least I don’t have to worry about boxes of books this time!), the problem most preoccupying my mind at present is which book to read on the plane.
This is a deceptively difficult decision. The book I choose must be lengthy, but preferably weigh as little as possible. It must be captivating and distracting, but also relatively light-weight in terms of subject matter. It has to be something I would actually take out of my bag, not something I bring with the best of intentions and then end up watching bad tween movies rather than read it (yes, Oxford Companion to the British Empire: The Nineteenth Century, I mean you).
And this particular plane ride also has the requirement that the book won’t be a waste of space once I get to London. I have precious little room both in my luggage and in my future flat, so I can’t just take any old book that will needlessly take up space.
So what to read? At this point, I’ve decided it should be a novel, but that hasn’t gotten me very far. Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum is on the list, but I fear it may be too heavy (mentally) to take on an overnight plane. One of the Harry Potters may make the journey, since they are British (bonus), make me want to do good school work (excellent!), and never fail to cheer me up (thus being helpful once I’m actually in London).
Other than that, I can only think repeatedly about what Kate and I both agree are spiffing plane books: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova and Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke. They are both phenomenal, but do I have room for them in London?! Fretful!
Clearly, I’m in a lurch. Help a girl out with some recommendations?