The B’s Are Getting Me Nowhere

I am on page 107 of the 700+ page opus, Cloudsplitter. I have been carrying around David Bergen’s latest novel for weeks. I have two books of Ken Babstock’s poetry on my nightstand. I have even cracked a Maeve Binchy novel (well, I started it yesterday). And nothing is sticking! It’s the first week in forever where I haven’t finished a book. What is a girl to do? I did, however, read Jules Verne’s An Antarctic Mystery for work and really enjoyed it (#21) and a whole bunch of Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales.

Instead of reading lately I’ve been watching Luther. But I’m going to have to get off my butt and get passed my “B’s” at some point because there’s a whole other alphabet on my shelf that’s feeling neglected. Maybe I need to switch it up and pick up a Z or two…just to get going again.

One thought on “The B’s Are Getting Me Nowhere”

  1. It might work for you to break your own rules for like a book or two… Sometimes it can get a bit too restrictive. But yay for Andersen’s fairy tales!

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