Musing Mondays asks you to muse about one of the following each week…
• Describe one of your reading habits.
• Tell us what book(s) you recently bought for yourself or someone else, and why you chose that/those book(s).
• Tell us what you’re reading right now — what you think of it, so far; why you chose it; what you are (or, aren’t) enjoying it.
• Do you have a bookish rant? Something about books or reading (or the industry) that gets your ire up? Share it with us!
• Instead of the above questions, maybe you just want to ramble on about something else pertaining to books — let’s hear it, then!
This weekend I’m out of town for a plant pathology conference in Austin, Texas and I’ve had a couple of fun, bookish travel experiences along the way. Today I’m musing about those and am interested to hear about your best bookish travel experiences as well.
On my first plane, I didn’t talk to my seat mate at all. On the second flight though, the guy next to me was clearly reading (ok, I might have strained to peek a little, haha) Frozen In Time on his kindle. And I was like “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice you’re reading some Mitchell Zuckoff”. I almost didn’t say anything, but was glad I did afterwards because we had a great conversation about narrative non-fiction. We’d both read and liked The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. I recommended The Black Count and he suggested I try reading something by Sarah Vowell, who sounds like an author I’d probably like a lot. He also knew something which led to bookish happening number two…
Visiting Bookish Places
By coincidence, it turns out that the Austin airport where I landed used to be a military base. And not just any military base, but the base where the pilots in Mitchell Zuckoff’s Lost in Shangri-La trained for their death-defying rescue mission! Since my seat mate was from Austin, he had remembered the connection. As a non-tourist destination, it probably wasn’t the most exciting bookish place, but it was still kind of cool. I don’t get too excited about the idea of visiting author’s houses, but I do like to visit the places where stories I’ve read took place – even if only fictionally.
This list just wouldn’t be complete without an ode to the reading one can get done when flying places. Oh airports! How I love you with your endless supply of little cafes and food in all varieties I might want to snack on while I read. How I adore your many bookstores, with your promise that I will never not have enough to read while traveling, even if I decided not to pack that last extra book. How I admire the guilt-free reading time created by your get-here-early-or-else attitude. I love airports
What are some of your best bookish travel experiences? Do you like visiting author homes and/or places where stories have happened? How do you feel about airport reading?