Waiting

"The good of a book lies in its being read. A book is made up of signs that speak of other signs, which in their turn speak of things."
— Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

These are the books that I have yet to read. I bought most of them in the US, some in Singapore and others here. Some of those in the picture are borrowed from Fei.

Between working and *trying* to have a life outside the office, I have precious little time to crack open a book and read it through. I am still somewhere in the first half of Zadie Smith's On Beauty.

I started reading it last month, and whenever I don't immediately fall asleep and if I remember to, I'll pick it up and read a few pages before my eyes get too heavy to keep open.

Yet everytime I pass a bookstore or a magazine rack, I am tempted to purchase another book, another magazine. I am seduced by the words and images contained in the pages.

Even when I have plenty at home waiting for me.

One of the editors said the other day that his ideal job would be as a security guard or something similar, where he would have oodles of free time to read and read and read. .

Journalism is all-consuming, and leaves you with little time for anything else.

I wouldn't have it any other way.