New Books

While out looking for cookbooks, I actually wrangled up a copy of Pablo Neruda's Veinte Poemas De Amor Y Una Canción Desesperada and a sizable book called Poesía Española. I'm going to take a bit of time to enjoy some of these. One of my favorite advantages of works such as these is that they are made up of many clearly divided pieces. I can read a poem or three at a time, or I can read any number of Neruda's pages. It's nice when you have a book where you can get through a section while your in the bathroom. Of course this is not the reasoning, but the point is well illustrated in the phrase. A friend of a friend used to burn through books because he'd carry them around with him and he'd read a couple of pages anytime he didn't have anything else drawing his attention, standing in a line, on the subway. The Neruda book is small enough, but it's rather delicate, and weighty material. I guess I should prioritize finding such a book that could fit in my pocket, or start carrying some kind of bag.