Books and More Books
Yesterday ended up being the day of books. My first book experience began at the gym, which is now officially my favorite place to read while using the elliptical trainer, stairmaster, or bikes. Not only does reading on aerobic equipment make time fly, but the more exciting the book the harder I push it.
I was finishing In the Heart of the Sea by Nathaniel Philbrick for the second time. It's the story of the whaleship Essex, which was sunk by a whale (and was the inspiration for Moby Dick), and the survivors in three little whaleboats were on the open water for three months resorting to cannibalism before making it to safety. It's a great book and therefore, I got totally pumped at the gym.
Then I went to a networking event called Books and Booze, which are two things I like very much. My agent (and I still love saying that) was one of the sponsors of the event at 111 Minna. Tons of people from Chronicle Books and the Stanford Publishing Course and other publishers were there.
I met up with an editor from DK who was in town from NYC. We met the previous day at Rye for a get-to-know-you event. We've been discussing a book idea that I need to get my butt into gear and finish a proposal on. DK makes beautiful books, so I really want that to happen.
Anyway, Books and Booze was packed only an hour into it, but then I had to leave. It was my book club night, and I had to show up because I chose the book- In the Heart of the Sea. We met at Spec's, as it's a nautical-themed bar and we thought that would be appropriate. It turns out that unlike my previous selection, this book was well received by the group.
I picked this one as a retaliation for the last book someone in the group chose, Snowflower and the Secret Fan. Worse than being a total chick book, it looked like a total chick book. One on the MUNI some midwestern tourist lady with horrible frosted hair yells out to me from across the train, "You like that book? I just finished it!" So I figured a nonfiction account of a shipwreck would be a good alternative to that. And it was- the only other guy member of the book club actually showed up for the first time in a year.
Four drinks into the night, I decided I needed another drink. I stopped in to the Pilsner on the way home. I didn't know anyone there so I sat up by the window and finished another book under the fluorescent light. It was The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore. That guy is hilarious and now I have to go read all the rest of his books. I was a little bit tipsy at that point so it took me a minute to remember how the book ended when I woke up this morning, but then I did.
And speaking of books, did you know that I wrote a book? Yes, it's terrific. Sometimes I forget to self-promote here.
I was finishing In the Heart of the Sea by Nathaniel Philbrick for the second time. It's the story of the whaleship Essex, which was sunk by a whale (and was the inspiration for Moby Dick), and the survivors in three little whaleboats were on the open water for three months resorting to cannibalism before making it to safety. It's a great book and therefore, I got totally pumped at the gym.
Then I went to a networking event called Books and Booze, which are two things I like very much. My agent (and I still love saying that) was one of the sponsors of the event at 111 Minna. Tons of people from Chronicle Books and the Stanford Publishing Course and other publishers were there.
I met up with an editor from DK who was in town from NYC. We met the previous day at Rye for a get-to-know-you event. We've been discussing a book idea that I need to get my butt into gear and finish a proposal on. DK makes beautiful books, so I really want that to happen.
Anyway, Books and Booze was packed only an hour into it, but then I had to leave. It was my book club night, and I had to show up because I chose the book- In the Heart of the Sea. We met at Spec's, as it's a nautical-themed bar and we thought that would be appropriate. It turns out that unlike my previous selection, this book was well received by the group.
I picked this one as a retaliation for the last book someone in the group chose, Snowflower and the Secret Fan. Worse than being a total chick book, it looked like a total chick book. One on the MUNI some midwestern tourist lady with horrible frosted hair yells out to me from across the train, "You like that book? I just finished it!" So I figured a nonfiction account of a shipwreck would be a good alternative to that. And it was- the only other guy member of the book club actually showed up for the first time in a year.
Four drinks into the night, I decided I needed another drink. I stopped in to the Pilsner on the way home. I didn't know anyone there so I sat up by the window and finished another book under the fluorescent light. It was The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore. That guy is hilarious and now I have to go read all the rest of his books. I was a little bit tipsy at that point so it took me a minute to remember how the book ended when I woke up this morning, but then I did.
And speaking of books, did you know that I wrote a book? Yes, it's terrific. Sometimes I forget to self-promote here.
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