So: I’m feeling a little slow. Mostly because it’s March 16 and I’ve only finished 7 books this year, which seems sad. I mean, yes, I do have a full time job, and a volunteer job, but I don’t have kids or a jam-packed social life or physical ailments to exhaust me, so really, what’s my excuse?
The first volume of From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World is not nearly as riveting as I had hoped, and it might be holding me up. Age of Innocence is actually quite good, but I feel guilty for reading it instead of my non-fiction. My attention is occasionally scattered wondering how I’m going to read everything I’d like to read, a random selection pictured here, in poor quality iphone photography because it really does take too much effort to use my actual nice camera to take the pic, and then plug the card into the card reader, and then download the pictures and then upload to here… that’s several steps too many.
So, I’m reading a bit slower than I’d like, but that’s okay. I’ll catch up, or I won’t. After all, the number of books read in a year is just that: a number.