The reading life I currently have is not the reading life I really want. I have read only 16 books this year to date although 4 of them have been 600+ pages. All 4 of them completely worth the effort. But when time is short and reading comes in snatches, it becomes a series of snapshots that at some juncture need to be joined in order to really feel fulfilled by a read. When synthesis eludes me because of other demands, I don't write. And I get cranky. Whine, whine, whine. Wishing for more time in the day.
So that is what is wrong but what is right is successfully completing the TBR Dare, and removing those 16 from the piles of the not yet engaged. And recognizing that I could easily read from the books I have in my own house for years. Yes, years. And admitting that my attachment to my paper friends is not about soothing some acquisitive beast within me or hoarding for the day they will only be available in electronic form, but a purely emotional indulgence in which I approach them all as potential friends. I have simply invited them over for a little get together, and am excited to see how they mingle with my other guests. They each know something different about me.
So many thanks to our double dog dare host, and congratulations to all who made it through.
Today I am hopefully finishing Swamplandia! for my book club meeting at work on Wednesday, and I have to at least entertain the idea of finishing my days late post for the Classics Circuit (and hope for Rebecca's forgiveness). What are you reading in the Sunday Salon?