I’m on my way to the National Lawyers Guild Convention, where not much reading or blogging will happen. That’s fine, though, because the panels look amazing, and I’ll be meeting up with some great friends.
In the meantime, I’m stuck on the plane. On the tarmac. Engines off.
Fortunately, I’m nosy, so I will fill up in on what books my fellow passengers are reading. Without further ado:
Man, 50s, suit, American flag pin. Finger Lickin’ Fifteen, Janet Evanovich.
Woman, 50s, blonde curls & glasses. When God Whispers Your Name, Max Lucado.
Woman, short blonde hair, early 20s, Chemerinsky’s Constitutional Law supplement. Joining me at Convention?
Male, early 20s, with friend, holding Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code in paperback.
Woman, dark curly hair, glasses, 50s. A Buddha in the Attic, Julie Otsuka.
Male, 30s, body builder type. The Ask, Laura Fredricks.
My choices, David Grossman’s To The End of the Land, an the November issue of Runner’s World, are pictured.