Well, as promised, I have definitely been having a harder time writing anything for the blog in the last two weeks. I did finish reading A Spool of Blue Thread this past weekend, and I also began and finished Amy Poehler’s Yes Please. I’m going to review the first one, but I don’t know how I feel about reviewing a memoir-non-fictiony kind of book. TBD.
So in August I did pretty well, considering I stopped reading for pleasure almost entirely for the last two weeks of the month. I read 14 books, and 7 of them were on my original TBR. I spent some time this month reading A Little Life, but I had to give up on it. Reading books like that (e.g. 800 pages) is not practical when I just don’t have as much time to read. It seemed good though? Anyway, I feel like I should just give up on TBRs, because obviously I am far too impulsive to decide weeks ahead of time what I’m going to read.
But, on the other hand, I like being organized and making lists of things. So here it is, my much more realistic TBR for September:
- Nimona – Noelle Stevenson
- The Thrilling Adventures of Lovelace and Babbage: The (Mostly) True Story of the First Computer – Sydney Padua
- Early One Morning – Virginia Baily
- The Beach Hut – Cassandra Parkin
- Lila – Marilynne Robinson
I think I can handle this. Two of them are graphic novels, which have recently become more interesting because A) I am more pressed for time, and B) I like to look at them. Real deep stuff.
I also keep buying books like it’s going out of style, or like I can keep up my summer rate of one book every couple of days. Which I can’t, and is totally insane.
On another note, I’ll soon be writing a post about grad school and how it’s really fucking hard and I love what I do and I am loving the class I teach and I’m fairly convinced that I have the best group of students I possibly could have gotten, but it’s still really freaking hard. I ran into a friend of mine in the hallway outside our office and she told me about having to drop a class and she started crying and it’s the second week of the semester. We are both the kind of people who say yes to everything, and in a place where opportunity abounds, that can lead to disaster of the psychological and time-management variety.
To any readers in higher education or in classes in general, how do you manage to find time to read for pleasure? Or do you read for pleasure at all?