- Page by Paige by Laura Lee Gulledge
- Maine by J. Courtney Sullivan
- Secret Bedroom by R.L. Stine
Oh, man. I have been bad, you guys. Seriously bad. First off, I have not been completely honest about my check out because, you see, I’ve been working on checking out all of Gaiman’s Sandman series and I haven’t been recording it. I jsut thought that I would wait until I had it all but I’ll just tell you guys right now that I have up to 5 in the collections. The last half of the set is on order. I’ve checked out more than I’ve been telling you. But I feel better now that I’ve come clean Whew.
Now, on to buying. When should I list things that I’ve ordered? I don’t usually order books, you know, but this week I broke down and ordered Best American Short Stories of 2014 and Best American Essays of 2014. I don’t know why except that I wanted them and a psychic told my mother to tell me not to worry about money so much. They should be here tomorrow but I have pretty much lived the past week in total anticipation. Our first issue of The New Yorker should arrive this week too and every day I check the mail with a heart full of hope. It’s not like I’m getting any actual reading done. I don’t know how adding more is going to help.
Seriously. Seriously. I only read one book again this week. Hubby was still not feeling well so there was still a lot of House watching going on. Then some stuff came up during the week. I had early days on Monday and Tuesday this week but ran some errands with Hubby on Monday and then had dinner with the in-laws on Tuesday. I’m still not in top shape myself. I manage to steam roll myself into normalcy while I’m at work but by the time that I get home I am exhausted by the effort. I made myself go to sleep at 10:30 every weekday last week and, quite frankly, I was barely making it that late.
These are all excuses, of course. I started Afterlife with Archie last week and I was brimming with excitement. It was exactly what I expected and not at all what I wanted. I tossed it aside. Then I picked up The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams and I experienced the same thing I experienced with Hitchhiker’s Guide: I couldn’t get into it. Then, amazingly, at 50 pages I shot off. I read 140 pages yesterday afternoon AND took a nap.
Basically, I have higher hopes for this week. I took Wednesday off to hang out with my mom (and buy some effing shoes that I can wear) and I’m sure that I’ll end up with an afternoon of reading. I’ve just got to keep on keeping on.