and the 2008 reading list begins (with far too much rollover from 2007). after the holidays i have about two cases of books to ship back east, chasing the moon across the country as they go—mostly cookbooks and story/poetry anthologies (i.e. books i would never buy myself). i started my new year’s reading list early with musicophilia yesterday and am already obsessed with it. i’ve been an oliver sacks devotee ever since “the man who mistook his wife for a hat,” which if you haven’t read it is probably the most interesting expose of the vulnerability of the human brain that i’ve come across. there is a man out there with such mental blur that he often thinks his beloved and a fedora are one and the same…someone had to tell his story.