The plight of a travelling bookworm

ARG. Okay, so I thought packing clothing was the worst. I was wrong. I don't know what books to bring with me. >.< *dies a painful death* I know I won't get a lot of time to read, but I feel naked if I don't have books with me. And I have an awkward amount of pages left in my notebook*; not enough to start a new one, and a disturbingly thin amount for all summer. But seeing as it's lasted two years already and I haven't been making use of the notebook as much anymore, I guess it'll be okay. It's still kind of disconcerting though. :/
Fortunately however, I finished the last page of my journal (that had also lasted two years) last night, so I can start fresh in the new one. :) Except that it's always slightly intimidating and odd to start afresh without being able to look back on old entries. Oh well, whatever. I'll definitely have enough pages, and that's what matters.
I have one book to read which should keep me plenty occupied, but I'd also like to bring along a novel or two, or something like that. But I'm not currently reading any books (besides Wind in the Willows, but that's not worth bringing for more than the car ride, because I'll have it done by then). *siiiigh* Such a dilemma.
I'd bring along some Muse and Cicada magazines, but I don't want them to get mauled. And if we were going to be in Erie more it wouldn't be a problem, because Erie Maritime Museum is right next to (actually, in the same building as) the public library, and I have a card from last year. But alas, such is not to be, unless I want to pay overdue fines, which I don't.

So. Books. Writing implements. More books. Gadgets and chargers for them. All packed so I can get to them conveniently (or at least without making a huge production out of it) and so that they won't get smashed into oblivion by the cruel forces of the Inside of a Backpack or Bookbag.


*For those who don't know, I always have at least a notebook and a journal with me. The notebook is kind of the catchall where I jot down lists, doodles, addresses, stick in pictures/flyers/other random places of paper or thin objects, and write stories in. The journal is private, wherein I recount the activities of the day(s) and occasional philosophical ramblings or emotional outbursts about them. Yes, these two closely linked parts must be kept separate. Why? Because.