Reading on the Road: All I do is wine

Among other things that are out of my control, I am grateful for my ability to read in moving vehicles and almost never get sick. (Once or twice, tops.) Comes in handy this weekend as I am off to participate in a relay race between San Francisco and the Napa Valley I'm so excited for this as yet unseen area of the country to open up for me, although less so now that someone told me there are wolves out there.

I'm taking a random assortment of shelf paperbacks: John Jeremiah Sullivan's PULPHEAD, Rick Moody's THE ICE STORM and Stewart O'Nan's SONGS FOR THE MISSING. And TELEGRAPH AVENUE. Top priority.