Steven Erikson books: five hardcover, seven tradeback, two mass-market paperbacks.
Seventeen books around my laptop on the table. Only two have been read in full.
Some random title words: maze, murder, sea, nightmare, questions, sun, thousandfold, saints, parts, human, death.
328 books have been read so far in 2011. I keep track using pencil and paper alone.
Padilla. Cortázar. Ramírez Heredia.
Pavić, Živković, Miéville.
The Birds, Rubáiyát, She Stoops to Conquer.
Lyan Ward, Eric Basso, H.L. Mencken.
Lisboa Triunfante, A Sombra Sobre Lisboa.
A carved statuette of Jesus bearing the Cross, facing toward the Velveteen Rabbit.
Torture Garden, To Kill a Mockingbird, Blood Meridian
La montagne morte de la vie. La nausée. Les Misérables.
The Imitation of Christ next to Caine Black Knife.
Eudora Welty glancing shyly toward Glen Cook.
The Book of Laughter and Forgetting shelved with Animalinside and Sharp Teeth.
Flaubert's The Temptation of St. Anthony nestled against Stepan Chapman's The Troika.
Seven Naguib Mahfouz books, all in English.
The Complete Stories of J.G. Ballard. Remembrance of Things Past. The Sandman.
Don Quixote. The Female Quixote. And six volumes of Monty Python's Flying Circus.
Ten Days That Shook the World. The Nationalization of the Masses. Darkness at Noon.
Голоса, Teach Yourself Swahili, Beginner's Basque.
Three more: The Palm-Wine Drunkard, The Postmortal, The Rules of Attraction.
A metal bookcase, rarely glanced upon these days. Nearly 100 books there.
Poetry from Gilgamesh to Homer to Ginsberg's "Howl."
Stacks on the floor, books leaning on shelves, full boxes scattered on the floor.
Romantic, Goth, Weird, Modernist, Postmodernist, Poststructuralist, Second Empire, Georgian, Victorian, Edwardian, Futurian, Continental, Apologetic, and all ways in-between.