Thursday I found a book in the mystery section at the library which was recommended to me. Usually if a book is recommendable, it is also checked out and I have to wait in line for it. It was sitting on the shelf waiting for me to pick it up, and check it out.
I recently read the top 100 books the BBC thinks are the best loved books. I have read 65 of them, which to me, seem a lot! I have read hundreds of books in my life, simply for the joy of a good story. The book I picked up, however, I am not sure if I can read. The book is An Instance of the Fingerpost.
There was a time when I could read without interruption, for years. Now I can not. I am having to let my love of reading sit up on the shelf for a while. Someday my kids will move away, and I won't have so much to do, and I'll read all the long books I didn't get to read in my 30's, and miss my skinny, soft-faced, school aged children.
I'm going to try to read the book anyway, it has got to be better than a magazine, or even 80 of them. All I have to do it stop blogging and heft the book into my lap, easy, right?