The problem is not “what I am reading” but “how much”. I have been consumed by so many other distractions that there are days when I don’t even crack open a book. And I hate it so much.
All I want to do is read the collections of short stories that I have picked up from the library, one being The Tsar of Love and Techno by Anthony Marra. It’s my first time reading anything by him and I’m already a fan of these linked stories.
My Sunshine Away by M.O. Walsh is the book group selection from my library that I host and I’m sorry to say it’s not quite the most cheerful book to read during the holidays. I’m only three chapters in so maybe it will perk up but based on the content and the storyline, I’m guessing it will be bleak. And book group is this week so I have to get cracking!