Kazan — summer 2014

I have to read on the plane. Just can't listen to music on a headset. Not much into the movies. So what have I brought to read? On my Nook I have “Leviathan” by James Corey, which is essentially brainless fantasy. I also have a Bulgarian textbook. I keep going back and forth between those two so that when I get to Sofia I can say to the taxi driver, “Central bus terminal, please.”

In hard copy I bought Ricky Martin's autobiography “Yo.” Yes, I'm reading it in Spanish. This will be the first time I've read an entire book in Spanish since, oh, idunno, ’81 or ’82? Sheesh, the book has two introductions, and both are excruciatingly me-me-me. Of course, it's an autobiography, so that's not an entire surprise, but still, Ricky...

Once I get through those, I have “Crucial conversations: tools for talking when stakes are high.”