A dozen more

Just when I'm down to just one book, I begin to read a dozen more. With great pleasure, I'm finished up The Picnic Virgin, an anthology of new New Zealand writing, edited by Emily Perkins. Also just began Volume 2 of Virginia Woolf's diaries. And the new issue of Descant-- last night I read R. Samuel Bongard's "The Eye of the Beholder" and it was everything. I'm also rereading Woolf's essay "How Should One Read a Book?", for I am curious. I am going to be reading Gale Zoe Garnett's novella Room Tone, rereading Novel About My Wife, and also starting The House at Midnight, which is said to cross Richard Curtis with Donna Tartt, so I am intrigued.