Oh well, friends. I am still reading the same books as last Monday. I did finish Citizen, which I loved and will muster up some sort of review this week, almost done with Girl at War and haven’t returned to The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying up. I am having the hardest time sticking with books. The DNF list has been growing and I’m not sure what the issue is, or if there is an issue.
Is my mind too cluttered to sit down and really enjoy a book?
Are the books I’m picking up not doing it for me?
Have my tastes changed, yet again?
Am I getting more selective or giving up too soon?
I am not one who is easily distracted but I have been lately. I’ll find just about anything to fill my time rather than sit down for a solid chunk to read. (Podcasts, games on the phone like crosswords and scrabble, marathon sessions of old TV shows like Friday Night Lights and Parks and Rec.)
Rather than novels, I am finding more and more pleasure in short stories and essays. I can’t get enough of them, but they do take me longer to read. Especially if not linked together. I love to read one in a collection and let it simmer for a bit before moving on to the next. The thing is, I have several collections going in addition to essays all at the same time and really enjoying it. But that makes for a shorter list of books read under my belt and not much to review here on the blog.
Here is what I picked up at Half Price Books the other day and grabbed off of the shelf from the library (see a pattern?):