And those who don’t read, attempt to update the “To Read That I Own” shelf on their Goodreads with the heaps and loads of books they continue to buy, despite the fact that they’re not reading at the same breakneck pace as last year. (No? Just me?)
According to Goodreads, I’m reading five books right now. I’ve been hopping between them, not really committing to any one. I was talking to Briana about what I’ve been reading lately and she wondered why I wasn’t reading anything “fun.” I thought I was reading fun things. At least, they were books that were about things I found interesting.
Here’s what I’ve been shuffling between:
• Material Girl, Mystical World by Ruby Warrington. I read about half of this one last night. It has tons of information presented in a gabby, accessible way.
• Drink: The Intimate Relationship Between Women and Alcohol by Ann Dowsett Johnston. I bought this one last week and have only just started. It begins with the author’s personal story, so I haven’t gotten into the meat of her research yet.
• So We Read On: How The Great Gatsby Came To Be and Why It Endures by Maureen Corrigan. I’m about 2/3 through this one. I haven’t reread Gatsby since I started reading this, but I have a copy of Trimalchio waiting in the wings for when I finish.
• Assholes: A Theory by Aaron James. I’ve only read a chapter or two, but it makes me feel like an asshole. I don’t think that was the point.
• When God Was a Woman by Merlin Stone. A little dense, but worthwhile.
So although I like reading all of it, I’m clearly not liking it enough to sit with one until I’m done with it. Perhaps I need a cerebral palette refresher in the form of some funny fiction, maybe even some chick lit.
This is actually the niche in which I see my writing falling. Nothing too weighty; just fast and fun. Hopefully not mindless, obviously, but purely entertainment.
Not projecting a completion date for my book anymore. It’ll be done when it’s done. 😂