One of my favorite bloggers, the magnificent 500Jerk, asks:

What’s on your bedeside table? What does your bedside table say about you?

I’m at work right now, but I can tell you what you’d find on my bedside table, aside from the three-day-old cup of water and a dusty lamp (which obviously says that we don’t dust as often as we should). At any given time, my bedside table is covered in children’s books for bedtime reading to the household toddler. I think one of them right now is the wonderful Llama Llama Red Pajama, still dealing with his llama drama.

Also on my bedside table are several unfinished books I started months ago: The Things They Carried – which I was rereading and therefore have an excuse not to finish – and the last book in McCarthy’s Border trilogy. I love McCarthy, but I have not enjoyed the border trilogy. I’m hopelessly mired in the last book because I can’t deal with the main character falling in love with a dying underage prostitute.

Maybe my bedside table says I’ve been bad at picking books lately, but what it says to me is a warning about my short attention span. I’ve considered getting the Kindle reader for my iTouch; I don’t read books because I can flip open the ‘Touch and have some immediate gratification in the form of brain candy. And I’m not proud of that fact.

So, what is on your bedside table, and what does it say about you?