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: