I'm getting on a plane tomorrow. I'm flying across the country. Washington State, here I come! (See, I have to say "Washington State" because, living on the East Coast, when I say just "Washington", people assume I mean D.C. It's exactly like when we say we're going to "New York" we usually mean New York City. Hmm... it's a Connecticut thing.)

Longest parenthetical ever!

Anywho... I love to fly. I hardly ever do it which makes each trip a special one. What I don't love is trying to pick out a book for the flight. This morning I was going absolutely nuts as I stared into my many bookshelves. What is the perfect airplane novel? Man, it's tough.

Last time I was on a plane, I flew to California. I brought with me The Confessions of Max Tivoli. Great great book. Max is born as an old man and ages backward through his life. So it was wild reading as I flew west across three time zones and landed in the past.

This time around, I finally decided on Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. I can't believe I've never read this book before. Somehow, my high school educators let it slip through. I had to find the Stein on my own. These days, he's in my top ten authors list and I absolutely can't wait to dive into this classic!

Of course, it's only about 100 pages or so. It's a tiny little thing. Tiny little? Yes, tiny little. It's adorable, all right?!? Anyway, it shouldn't take me long. So I have back-ups: Travels With Charley (also by Steinbeck) and Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut. Vonnegut is also in my top ten. Oh, and his birthday was last week, too. Happy belated, man. Hmm... maybe it wasn't that hard of a decision to make after all?

It should be a great ride.