I finally read The Martian, by Andy Weir. I’ve been eyeing that book for months.
Really, I’ve been eyeing a lot of books lately, but things have been so crazy that I haven’t had time to read. I’ve decided to make a transcontinental move with my partner, so have been packing up the apartment, finding a tenant to rent to, and dealing with shipping and flights. I can safely say that May and June 2015 mark a huge pivot in my life. Going forward really is a huge question mark. An exciting one, but at times a bit scary.
In addition to that, I’ve been working hard on my own writing and have some good news in the works. Really, when it rains it pours.
So, back to the book. The Martian is on my Kindle. Even though I much prefer physical books, it’s nice to have one book on Kindle at all times. When you’re waiting to show the apartment to brokers and tenants, you can squeeze in a few pages. When you’re anxious in the lobby of the literary agency you can take in a few more. When your life is boxed up and you’re sitting on your lone couch as the shipping guys pick up your boxes and throw them haphazardly into the back of a big truck then onto the cargo of a big plane, you can read a nice long chapter.
The great thing about books that take place on other planets is that they take you completely out of your own. As someone who is often lost in her own world despite location, but who is most definitely between worlds right now in every sense, a trip to Mars is nothing short of a vacation.