Thursday, December 31, 2009

December 31 Crises

Several years ago, I started keeping track of my "books read this year," and since then, I hate to carry books over from one year to the next.  I always like to finish the current book on December 31.  I have spent several New Year’s Eves frantically reading to get to the end of the book, so that as the clock ticks from 11:59 to 12:00, I can end with a satisfied whoosh, closing not only the year, but the book.

This year, to my astonished horror, I calculated wrong!  I finished my book a day early.  I finished the last of 2009's books on December 30.  It left me feeling neither as satisfied nor as accomplished as I had hoped, but instead an empty failure.  I am rarely without a book.  But to start one today means I would have to finish it today and most of my 900+ books are far too long for that, especially on a day I must be at work; and the ones that are not, are guilty-pleasure books that my inner book-snob will not allow to be seen outside of the privacy of my bedroom.

Standing in my bedroom this morning getting ready for work, I faced the very real possibility of a day without a book -- an unacceptable kind of nakedness.  What shall I do?  Shall I call in sick?  After all, this is a personal crisis, which can be considered “sick,” isn't it?  Shall I go to work book-less and have the world see me as the failure I know myself to be?  I do not know what to do.

Finally it came to me:  Short Stories!  Novellas!  Stand-Alone Excerpts!  Reprints!  And luckily I have some on hand.  They were given to me by my thoughtful fiancé, who realized a need for them even before it existed.  He picked an assortment of Pocket Penguin reprints from their 70th Birthday celebration for me.  I dutifully cataloged them and placed them on my shelf in my obsessive-compulsive order and promptly forgot about them.  But the slim little volumes are perfect for just such a book crisis.  Long enough to last the day, but not so long as to carry over until tomorrow.  I will not say that I will make it a tradition to savor a novella every December 31, but I will say, when the need arises, I am glad I have a supply.

And with that, I am off to start -- and finish -- Christmas in Stalingrad.
Happy New Year! -- and may you all finish your books tonight!

Update:  I finished the book with enough time left in 2009 to watch the festivities from New York and then the local celebration -- on clear nights, as it is tonight, I can see the public fireworks display from the comfort of my bedroom window.  Welcome 2010 - and with it, a new book.

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