Read Em and Weep

I've been doing a lot of reading on this trip, mostly due to lengthy travel times and so much time spent on the beach. I finished Michael Pollan's excellent In Defense of Food on the airplane. I then tackled The Echomaker by Richard Powers--the tale of a young man who suffers a brain injury and the onset of Capgras Syndrome, a disorder that causes him to believe those closest to him (his sister, his dog) are highly accurate impostors. Then I delved into The Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. I read Michael Chabon's latest, The Yiddish Policeman's Union, a couple months ago and loved it. So Jewy. This one was a bit less so but still touched on many of my late father's favorite themes: Jews, Brooklyn, The Holocaust, Talmud, Midrash, Yiddish, Jews. The novel was astounding, and left me endlessly in awe of Chabon's God-like imagination.

I didn't expect to finish the 650 page tome so quickly, so I was left book-less in Lanta. Yesterday, picked up a copy of Cormac McCarthy's The Road at a local coffee shop. I finished it this afternoon. What am I to do now?