None, thank God.
- Maestra by LS. Hilton
- As Close to Us as Breathing by Elizabeth Poliner
- Siracusa by Delia Ephron
- Gods in Alabama by Joshilyn Jackson
- The Maldive Shark by Herman Melville
TBR 22ish, probably closer to 25
Panic at the Library. That would be my band name.
The days and weeks are ticking by, speeding up like a train pulling out of the station. Or like a madman preparing to run someone over. Whatever. However you want to think about it. The fact of the matter is that I have 11 weeks until maternity leave and I have not put a dent in my TBR pile at all. At. All.
Why? Oh, I don’t know. Five million bazillion reasons. The first being that I am tired. The second being that I am mostly brain dead at this point and scrabbling to function like a human being 40 hours a week. The third being that, honestly, I don’t want to read this shit. I do not want to read that stuff for work still, even the book that I am really enjoying. It’s well written and packed full of information but it is not what I want to read.
Which brings us around to my little problem. When I can’t sleep at night, which is more often than not these days, I pull out my Kindle and read The Handmaid’s Tale. It’s taking me a long time because I am basically reading only in bed and only until I am tired but, you guys, I just realized that I feel like I am taking sips of good literature and it’s all that’s getting me through. When I catch myself worrying that I no longer love to read, I remind myself that these little tastes of dystopia are refreshing and make me happy, even when they give me nightmares.
Because all it takes is a couple of shitty books in a row to ruin a reading life. And I have never, ever felt so much for those poor saps who hated everything that was assigned to them in school. They are, undoubtedly, ruined for at least a while, if not forever. If you hated The Crucible and Walden in 10th grad in my school, there’s a good chance that you have never recovered.
And yet I have hope. Hope springs eternal.
You can tell because I bought four ebooks this week. I got a $50 Amazon gift card for Christmas and in the interest of making it last as long as possible I have taken to scouring the Kindle deals and stocking up for whatever may come. I hear Kindles are helpful when nursing. And I also have a feeling that not sleeping is going to continue well past birth. I have months of inadequate sleep ahead of me. I may as well make the most of it.
As much as I was complaining about the Little Black Classics a couple of weeks ago, it has gotten me to finally read some people I have never attempted before. Recently I read my first Dickens and my first Melville and both were pretty decent. I currently have no plans of going out and conquering Great Expectations or Moby Dick, but I feel a bit braver having read the small selections and understood them. At least I think I did. I don’t really have a sounding board, so we can just pretend.
This week I have some goals. First, finish season 3 of Erueka. Actually, it’s season 3.5 which is pretty tricksy of them. Second, catch up on my Splendid Table podcast. I’ve only got about 13 episodes left and I plan on plowing through them this week, even if my next audiobook finally comes in. Finally, I need to finish three books. Three. Well, I better get on winning the lotto because it doesn’t sound like I have any time left for work.