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: