I was looking at my list of books and realized I’ve read more than 70 books in the past year and a half. I don’t even know how that’s possible — I guess those few minutes here and there of reading before bed or while waiting somewhere just add up.
Admittedly, I’m having a bit more trouble finding time now that Genevieve is here. I am often just way too tired at bedtime and fall asleep without reading at all. The first few weeks, I read a ton while she nursed at night. But now that she sleeps better and is a speedier, more efficient nurser, it hardly seems worth it to drag a book out for a 10-minute nursing session (when I can just fall asleep in the glider instead). And yes, I still read paper books — no Kindle or Sony reader or Nook for me … yet. Mostly because I am cheap and refuse to pay for books — that’s what the library is for!
I almost never give up on a book before the end. And I never read the ending first. So I feel a little guilty that I just cannot get into this book:
My neighbor let me borrow this book, and I just can’t seem to get into it. I want to … I love autobiography, nonfiction and stories about someone’s descent into madness/addiction/whatever horrible darkness befalls them. But this one … ugh. I get that he did all this research to check his memories, and, as a journalist, I guess I should be more impressed with his due diligence. But man, I just do not care. So you partied it up and then found redemption, and then went back and made all your friends relive your glory days — and the not so glorious ones — with you so you could write about it. Big deal.
I gave up after about 75 pages. The only thing that I took from this book was that muskies are mean fish. This struck me because Philip calls the baby a muskie because when she nurses, she thrashes around like a lunatic.
So, I feel bad that I can’t seem to finish this book, but I knew it was time to give up when I just kept putting it aside and looking for something, anything else to do but read it.
Instead, I moved on to “Rush Home Road” by Lori Lansens. She also wrote “The Girls,” a book I adored. Apparently, it’s part of my tour of Canada this winter. I seem to have read a lot of Canadian books lately.
That’s where I am now. I also only have one book I am waiting for at the library, so maybe I can finally tackle the huge pile on my nightstand and my desk at work. I’ve been meaning to finish Margaret Atwood’s “Alias Grace” and “Oryx and Crake” for like six years now, seriously. And I borrowed “The Nine” from my neighbor at least four years ago. I get sidetracked a lot because I run a local book club (here is a link), and I am always catching up on that and reading ahead for it.
Happy reading. And running.