The Between Times

I am so bad at being between books.  I don't know how to start a new book--I'm never in the middle of nothing.  But right now, I find myself kind of adrift.  I've started Wise Man's Fear, but it's way too heavy to carry to work.  I'm in the middle of Outside In, but to be honest, I'm not thrilled, and it's due tomorrow.  Rose Red is a comic and The Help is an audio book--both are great, but they're not the same.

And the crazy thing is--after all this talk about my long list of things to read--I can't seem to start anything.  I think it's the embarrassment of riches.  Everywhere I turn, there's something exciting that I want to read.  Also, I'm so used to looking at my list of library books to figure out what's urgent; now that nothing is, I don't know what to do without that guidance.  I mean, I still have five library books out, but none are so imminently due that I have no choice but to read them.

There's also this vague, ongoing sense that I need to read something more mainstream.  So that big pile of YA and fantasy and science fiction is hard to sift through.

So, with a little distance and a library book in my bag, I'm making a decision.  Tonight, at home, I'm going to start reading:

 

 Hang onto your hats, kids.  We're diving right in.