After a twelve hour day at work (and the promise of a ten hour one tomorrow), my enthusiasm for writing a review tonight has disappeared entirely. Best to quote someone who I know would understand my current sentiments:
I reviewed a book the other day. It is not often I do this, because before one can review a book one has to, or is supposed to, read it, which wastes a good deal of time. – A.A. Milne, The Sunny Side
Because my weekdays are so busy, my weekends have been crammed full of reading lately. Despite devoting the daylight hours to other activities, I try to devour several books between Friday and Sunday nights. On one recent Sunday, I read the last six hundred pages of The Far Pavilions by M.M. Kaye (a bit of a disappointment, if I’m honest, after years of looking forward to it), one of Loretta Chase’s romance novels, and Hilary Boyd’s not awful but also not recognizably good Tangled Lives. A good day’s work. Last weekend I tried to balance my books across the days but lost some efficiency in doing so, only finishing two short novels and getting a third of the way through Claudia Renton’s Those Wild Wyndhams (which I can’t wait to jump back into this weekend). This binge-purge cycle isn’t ideal but it’s all I have right now so I will take it!
I do try to read some during my commute, but that only seems to work in the mornings, when I’m able to get a seat on my bus. I’ve been keeping to very, very light books, which are cheering in a way and certainly an undemanding start to the day but they do make me long for more substantial fare. Still, hard to face footnotes that early in the morning. The most dangerous side effect of my morning reading this week is that I finished a Paris-set novel feeling entirely bitter that I have not been there in almost eight years and, worse, have no plans (as yet) to visit soon. I really love my work and my city but I do sometimes envy my friends who live in Europe for the ease with which they can access such places. If I lived in London or Amsterdam, you can bet where I would be headed tomorrow night.
The retail world seems to be signalling that Christmas is approaching, so at some point I should also look into that. My baking is partly done at least (2 Christmas cakes and 400 cookies down, about 250 cookies to go), but I suspect my family might also appreciate some presents. Christmas at our house is very low-key (aside from the handing out of outrageous numbers of tiny cookies to all and sundry) so, though I’m dreading what shopping I need to do, I am very much looking forward to the holidays – and to having a couple of days off!