Mental Decline
The trouble with me is not so much getting behind on bought-and-paid-for magazines, as bought-and-paid-for books.
Quote:The Nine - Jeffrey Toobin
My Dearest Friend - letters of John and Abigail Adams (a new collection, ed Margaret Hogan & James Taylor)
American Creation - Joseph Ellis
Shadow of the Silk Road - Colin Thubron (I'm in the middle of this one, at least)
A Woman in Charge - Carl Bernstein (I'd better get going with this before Hillary either is or is not elected)
These are only a few of the books I've actually purchased this year (having, as I very well know, no space on my shelves, of course) and there they are piled up on top of each other, calling to me - and to my conscience because books ain't cheap, even used ones which I get whenever I can. But by dint of discipline I get through a little of one or two each day , so progress is being made. Unfortunately, for every book I've got waiting in the wings, a couple more come jumping out at me from the reviews, and I fall into temptation once more. It's like the frog in the well, I guess.
Equally unfortunately, they tend to be fairly long and require a reasonable amount of attention; they are mostly not for skimming. One exception is Alan Bennett's The Uncommon Reader (I know I mentioned this before, but can't recall if it was on this thread or some other). This is not one of the long ones; in fact it's extremely short, but repays attention, not skimming.
Right now I'm deep into the audio tape of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn; I'm enjoying it as much as I did when it first came out, so that's very satisfying. I've also ordered the audio tape of Dickens' Our Mutual Friend; it's very long, so should see me through at least one baby afghan, perhaps even more, and I'm hoping to find a copy of The Old Curiosity Shop and maybe Little Dorrit. I read all these to Bob many years ago, and some I've reread since, several more than once, but the tapes get me through very dull things like the treadmill, ironing, and similar, as well as more interesting things like knitting and jigsaw puzzles.
One thing that annoys me is that fewer and fewer books are coming our on tape; they are mostly on CDs, which mostly means abridged - I don't know why. And a CD player isn't anywhere near as convenient, since you need one hand to carry the player whereas you can hook a Walkman to your belt or slip it in a pocket, leaving both hands free.
Goodness I get gabby at 2:35 in the morning! I'd better get back to bed and carry on traveling The Shadow of the Silk Road with Mr Thubron...