I have another couple of hours to kill in New York, so I have gone to the New York Public Library (which I tried to go to last year but it actually shuts at a respectable hour, so I couldn’t get it).
Patience and Fortitude are the names of the stone lions which famously guard the entrance to the NYPL off 5th Avenue, and I may have purchased myself an NYPL mug with a lion on it…
I may have also spent the morning at Strand Books downtown, visiting a bookshop famous for its 18 miles of bookshelves, and come away with a mug and two books… Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking (which I have seen recommended everywhere) and Penelope Lively’s How It All Began (I loved Moon Tiger and Heatwave, so it seemed a safe bet).
On my subway and bus journeys up and down the city, along with over a couple of solitary meals (the rigatoni bolognese at Cellini’s is possibly the best bolognese I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten a lot of it!), I’ve read about 240 pages of Colum McCann’s Let the Great World Spin. I’m not absolutely loving it, but it’s very readable, and I’m enjoying reading it while I’m in New York (the timing was deliberate).
Right, time to leave the library and head off to the airport. Bye, New York! See you next year, maybe?