I try to only read one book at a time, but this rarely happens. More often than not, I will start several and find one that demands my attention above all others. Here's what's on my nightstand currently:
Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology, by David Abrams. His first book, Spell of the Sensuous, touched my spirit. This one too, is carefully written. You can sense how he may have meditated over parts, to choose exactly the right words. He writes of the innate beauty in the world, the language of the Earth and it's patterns of weather, seasons, day and night. He connects the spiritual with the material. I am still in the beginning of this work, but I expect to be touched just as deeply by his observations.
Diary of a Drug Fiend, by Aleister Crowley. This is the second time I have started this book. I try, oh do I try! His magical texts, oddly enough, are easier for me to read. This is his first novel, and the narrative is so dense...thick. Not in a dumb way, quite the opposite. I know if I can get a few chapters into it, I will get drawn into the story.
Naamah's Curse, by Jacqueline Carey. I was trying to read Crowley's story when this wonderful new paperback arrived by mail. I had ordered it months ago and forgotten about it. This is the fiction fix I was looking for! It has everything I could want: a strong female who holds her own, magic, sex, whore-goddesses and Pagan faiths, adventure, quests and a huge world full of detail.
Sex, Drugs & Magic, by Robert Anton Wilson. I would have stopped at three, but a friend recently gave me this book and it would be impossible to wait to read it. I very nearly missed my stop on BART while reading this! This book requires a pencil so I can underline passages--I didn't even get through the introduction without pulling one out.
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