I’m almost ashamed to tell you guys this, but if I can’t come clean to my three blog readers, then to whom can I come clean? (Grammar. Embrace it. Fear it.)
I’ve been a bad reader. I’ve been flighty and flaky. I’ve become… a bookslut. (Ahem, Mom, that just means I have lots of books on the go, not that I’ve been reading D.H. Lawrence or flirting with male librarians. I swear I haven’t flirted with a librarian since college.) After an incredibly focused month of book monogamy in October, I currently have FOUR… count ’em, 1, 2, 3, FOUR… books on the go. And I’m beginning to despair of ever finishing any of them.
Here’s what I’m reading now…
As Always, Julia – Loving this collection of letters between Julia Child and Avis DeVoto. I started it before England and have been enjoying every minute. If only I could stop getting distracted by new shiny books.
Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf – Started in London, still plodding along. Would really love it if I didn’t keep wandering away.
The Lantern, by Deborah Lawrenson – Waited several months for my turn to take this new release out of the library. It’s one of the new shiny books that’s distracted me from the above. Bad Jac. Like I said, flakey.
The Age of Innocence, by Edith Wharton – Chalk this one up to my apparent A.D.D. I was reading Night and Day in London and thought, “When I get back to the Colonies and finish this up, I think I’ll be in the mood for some Edith Wharton.” (Yes, I really think these thoughts. Yes, I am super cool and have tons of friends. Thank you for asking.) So I got back to the Colonies all right, but I couldn’t wait until I finished Night and Day to dive into The Age of Innocence. I was just too excited. This despite the fact that I’ve had The Age of Innocence on my bookshelf for, literally, YEARS, and never even blinked at it before. I guess I needed to be deep into a book about London in order to care about Old New York. This is the twisted way my mind works, people.
What to do, what to do? I know one thing’s for sure: I cannot, repeat, cannot, start any new books or I might not actually finish anything this month. Hold me to this, people. No. New. Books. Until I finish all four of these. Or until my other current library book (The Girl in the Garden by Kamala Nair) is due back. I got that one off the waiting list too and can’t return it. I like to live on the edge. But seriously, guys, I need you to hold me accountable. If you see me with a book in my hand, and it’s NOT one of the above, please take it gently out of my hands and then punch me in the face. Thanks. I’m counting on you.