I've run out of books
Strictly speaking, I suppose it's more of a logjam than running out. I have about 19 books in my "currently reading" pile (more of a reading + haven't-given-up-on pile), but 2 of these are job hunting books; 2 are serious books I've lost the thread of (Where Good Ideas Come From and Thinking Fast and Slow); 5 are audiobooks (since running is problematic these days, I listen to audiobooks only when I'm cleaning (which happens more infrequently than I care to admit and also requires simple books) or when I'm walking the 15mins to the subway (which only happens every other day or two) so Teaching Company lectures are not helpful and I'm almost done with the other audiobooks); 1 is a pregnancy book I've fallen out of love with (not Emily, never fear); and many of the rest are career-enhancing, but not good for reading at 10pm when I'm trying not to fall asleep on the subway.
Forget inbox zero - I have 10k unread emails per major inbox - after I drop off books tmw, I'll be at (physical) library books zero. Moreover, once I write my con man review, I'll be able to return all my boyfriend's books. This decline in my paper book reading is largely because I could read these books while waiting for Jon to come to bed. Fortunately, my brother gave me 5 books about pregnancy and babies: surely the Sears book will be good bedtime reading, right?
I've finished pretty much all the light non-fiction on my queue, all the series I was obsessed with. I've read so many mystery novels lately, I just counted 3 LJ review posts queued up. Ai yah.
I'm not sure if books are escapism or processing. Before the wedding, 1 in 3 books I read was non-fiction. After, 1 in 7, because I've been in mourning for my UWS, carefree single adventuress life. Not being able to run means I should be processing through writing, maybe reading?, but I should do more.
Amazon's Kindle deals, monthly and daily, and even their Audible daily deals, have been declining in quality over the past few months, such that I haven't bought one in aeons (which is part of why my shiny allowance has been piling up). I went through my lists of books I noted at each e-library (I have access to 4 different systems) and found that most of the books were either thinking-required non-fiction or crap fiction. oops. My colleague recommended The Goldfinch, but the others at the party argued with that recommendation, as did Amazon. Also, the plot sounds boring.
Actually, as I've written this post, I've realized that if I can read a crap pastiche of Kim & Sherlock Holmes, I can read Kim; I never finished Two Years Before the Mast, which at least is non-fiction; I could listen to The Sense of An Ending and some Neil Gaiman; if I've never read any Ian McEwan, Sweet Tooth might not be the worst place to start; and I can read Nick Hornby's collected columns and maybe get some new ideas. That should keep me busy for a while.
Edit: And then I remembered I never got around to reading Faulkner (maybe I should start with The Sound and the Fury?) or finished David Foster Wallace and Confederacy of Dunces should keep me out of trouble for a very long time. And if I start reading Booker Prize winners, it won't be long before I'm back to reading LKH and liking it.
Forget inbox zero - I have 10k unread emails per major inbox - after I drop off books tmw, I'll be at (physical) library books zero. Moreover, once I write my con man review, I'll be able to return all my boyfriend's books. This decline in my paper book reading is largely because I could read these books while waiting for Jon to come to bed. Fortunately, my brother gave me 5 books about pregnancy and babies: surely the Sears book will be good bedtime reading, right?
I've finished pretty much all the light non-fiction on my queue, all the series I was obsessed with. I've read so many mystery novels lately, I just counted 3 LJ review posts queued up. Ai yah.
I'm not sure if books are escapism or processing. Before the wedding, 1 in 3 books I read was non-fiction. After, 1 in 7, because I've been in mourning for my UWS, carefree single adventuress life. Not being able to run means I should be processing through writing, maybe reading?, but I should do more.
Amazon's Kindle deals, monthly and daily, and even their Audible daily deals, have been declining in quality over the past few months, such that I haven't bought one in aeons (which is part of why my shiny allowance has been piling up). I went through my lists of books I noted at each e-library (I have access to 4 different systems) and found that most of the books were either thinking-required non-fiction or crap fiction. oops. My colleague recommended The Goldfinch, but the others at the party argued with that recommendation, as did Amazon. Also, the plot sounds boring.
Actually, as I've written this post, I've realized that if I can read a crap pastiche of Kim & Sherlock Holmes, I can read Kim; I never finished Two Years Before the Mast, which at least is non-fiction; I could listen to The Sense of An Ending and some Neil Gaiman; if I've never read any Ian McEwan, Sweet Tooth might not be the worst place to start; and I can read Nick Hornby's collected columns and maybe get some new ideas. That should keep me busy for a while.
Edit: And then I remembered I never got around to reading Faulkner (maybe I should start with The Sound and the Fury?) or finished David Foster Wallace and Confederacy of Dunces should keep me out of trouble for a very long time. And if I start reading Booker Prize winners, it won't be long before I'm back to reading LKH and liking it.