And, you know what? It worked.
I’ve been reading up a storm. From my Classics lists, I finished I Capture the Castle, and Middlemarch. I started Dombey and Son. I didn’t even crack The Warden, which was my Classics Spin book, but that is because I’ve decided to read the Chronicles of Barchester next year, so I didn’t want to read it quite yet. I also read several current books: a couple of mysteries by C.J. Box, the newest Neil Gaiman, the second in the Grisha series, Siege and Storm, another installment of The Ranger’s Apprentice out loud to my son, and the June Anne, Anne of Windy Poplars. All in all, it was a highly satisfying literary month. In cataloguing all of my reading, I realize that I have a fair amount of writing to do to catch the blog up, but that’s all right.
I’m still working on Out of Africa, by Isak Dinesin, and am getting ready to begin To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf for a July group read with my goodreads group. I’ll also be reading Moonfleet, by John Meade Faulkner, a children’s classic that had somehow previously escaped my notice.
I’m not quite sure how my level of demotivation reached the epic level that caused me to just take the month off. But it did. And that’s that.