So we’re about to go on this fantastic vacation, and that’s a good thing. No, a great thing. And all of that time in planes, trains, and automobiles means hours and hours of reading time. Also great.
But there’s a catch. Since the moment we decided to take this trip, I’ve been trying to pick out the perfect book (that I already own) to fill those hours. And I can’t do it. I’m a librarian, and I can’t narrow it down to one choice. I also refuse to make my pack so heavy that walks from train station to hotel are miserable. I packed everything in the world for our honeymoon, and some of those walks were a little bit less pleasant with pack on back than they could have been. Trying to fix that this time around. Older, smarter, all that jazz.
Should I go with fun vacation fluff?
Should I go with something serious that I’ve wanted to read for years and never get around to picking up?
History that’s related to the country we’re visiting? (That I started reading years ago, loved immediately, and forgot to pick up again after the wonderful first pages.)
Something else entirely?
I’m at a loss. I might take two, but only if I can narrow down my shoe choices to one pair of flip flops plus one extra pair. Two books, two pairs of shoes. Three books?
Rory gets it: