All my decisiveness has been left in 2015.
I have been struggling since the new year started to settle into a book. I managed to read two last weekend but since then I have been picking a book up, reading a hundred pages with absolutely no engagement whatsoever, and then abandoning it as I go off in search of something better. Such restlessness is very unlike me and very frustrating. I just want to find a book I can read with pleasure for hours at time – this should not be a difficult task! (Especially given the 30 or so books I currently have checked out from the library.)
I’ve just started Curiosity by Alberto Manguel and it seems very promising…but not as a work-week book. There is such a thing as too much philosophy for my 7am commute. No, I’m going to need to find something lighter for the week and I’m convinced it is going to be one of the books above: Corduroy by Adrian Bell, Black Hearts in Battersea by Joan Aiken, or Notes from an Italian Garden by Joan Marble. Or, if things go well, all of them.
On the other hand, I am delighted with and devoted to my current audiobook: The Shadowy Horses by Susanna Kearsley. It’s a story I love and there is nothing nicer than escaping into it during my lunch hour walk.