I am a flippant reader. As soon as I read about a book that intrigues me, I MUST READ IT RIGHT NOW. This leads to lots of piles. Of books in various stages of readedness. If a book grips me enough not to read anything else along with it, that’s a GOOD THING. I usually have several books on the go. A day book, a night book, a car book. Day books happen on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Audiobooks happen on…
Just when you think you’ve gotten through your to-do list, there’s another list. And damn if there isn’t more to do on it. People say that marriage is a marathon and not a sprint. I believe that. I’ve also started to think of wedding-panning as a test of endurance. To get you ready for the marathon. Last week, I failed that test. But I got a lot of reading done. In bed. While drinking coffee and pretending I was 12.…
Last year, I declared 100 Books Or Bust. After semi-regular updates on my progress, I stopped counting. In the end, I got to the actually painful number 49. 49, I tell you. These were them. This year, I have set the same challenge for myself. But I’m going to be slightly more systematic in posting my progress of reading through the stacks. The ones in the bedroom, in my office, sometimes on the shelves and even in the fridge. I’m…
