Everyone knows I am kind of a dork about books. Well, brace yourself. Ever since I came home with Jane, I have just been all over the place. My free time and the books I want to read don't really match up. Meaning: I have started about 30 books and finished very few. Well, I did read all of Harry Potter before Christmas but literally I had no time to do anything else. I might not have cleaned my bathrooms for two months.
So this year I have made a list. I love lists. 52 books in 52 weeks. All are books I own and have been meaning to read either again or for the first time. Actually, I think The Great Gatsby is the only book I have previously read but I was a junior in high school so does that count? The two quotes above pretty much describe me: "There is no enjoyment like reading" AND "Keep busy to keep happy." So a list, however Type A, makes me feel like I am accomplishing something, even if I am sprawled on the couch. Not too bad.
So expect a mini-review every week. This week's pick: The Lost Art of Reading by David L. Ulin. Really short. Mostly because I am determined to get all caught up on household tasks (ahem: cleaning bathrooms) before I spend a whole lot of time on the couch.