I told Rie that I’m reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Memories of My Melancholy Whores. I just started it, but basically a 90 year-old man on his birthday, decides that he wants to sleep with a virgin. She said it sounded like a must-read. I told her I would try to finish it this week and lend it to her. She asked if I had the autobiography of the guy who wrote The Little Prince. I have it up here but haven’t read it yet. I told her I would try to read that as well and get it to her this week.
So I’m reading Ghostwritten and Frankenstein on my Kindle, am saving the end of The Orange Girl, and need to finish Melancholy Whores and Wind, Sand and Stars this week and get them to Rie. For once in my life, I’m going to try not to fall asleep on the plane before take off.