Here I am, hanging my head in shame – really, I am – because I haven’t had time to write up a full post this week because instead I’ve been reading. A lot. This used to be the norm for me; I wasn’t happy unless I had four or five books stacked next to my bed, or possibly on it, even while I was sleeping there. I was always in the middle of two or three books simultaneously because I couldn’t decide which one looked best. I would regularly read until 2 a.m.
I don’t do these things so much anymore due to the demands of kids and work, keeping up with relationships, and a million other things, both serious and stupid, that pull at my time. But I do have a reading list going, and after AWP, I pulled it out because I wanted to add a few novels, a few authors. The result was a trip to the library where I boldly checked out three novels and one memoir, probably 2,000 pages all told, that I will attempt to get through in the next three weeks. Continue reading »