After finishing Monster Nation, I find myself in this joyful place, where I decide which book to pluck from the pile. Where will I go next? Into the past? Into the future? One thing is for sure, I'm tired of the present. All the nonfiction books I've accumulated over the last year, all the investigations and polemics and expert insights are as unwelcome as the evening news. In fact, I took them all and put them in a box in the garage. Maybe I'll read them at some point in the future, when I want to visit the past.
I realized this morning, while I opened and closed and considered and abandoned book after book that I want to read purely to escape this world, even if the world to which I flee is overrun with zombies.
Thanks, wil, for your timely validation. All day I've been waiting to run away from the bestselling copies of The Secret History of the American Empire taunting me at work, and cuddle up with my dogeared copy of The Kid Who Ran for Principal.