I've been in the worst reading rut. Oh I've been reading- there's a stack of half-read books in my husband's office, ready for sale or donation, to prove that. I've been reading plenty but I can't seem to finish a book to save my life these days.
Among the books I've DNF'd lately are
The Revolution of the Moon, by Andrea Camilleri,
The Age of Innocence, by Edith Wharton, and
The Houses of Belgrade, by Borislav Pekić.
Just so I don't feel like I'm wasting my time completely I've decided that any book I get far enough into, that I decide I don't want to read anymore, will count as a book I've read. (Thanks Tim.) Because otherwise I am worried my book list for the year will be very very short.
Now I was really enjoying the Wharton, and was reading it for a book club meeting that was postponed until September, so I may yet finish it. The others not so much.
I have finished a few things too, like a couple of César Aira books (always a treat). But it's been a tough year for my attention span. A friend just finished The Book of Joan, by Lydia Yuknavitch, currently making the rounds as an "it-book" and he told me all I had to read was the first chapter- "it tells you all you need to know." He told me this knowing I'm having some completion issues. So that sounds good to me.
Right now I'm reading The Son and a book called Tram 83, by Fiston Mwanza Mujila, about a bar and its denizens in Democratic Republic of Congo.
I'm confident I'll finish my re-read of The Son, currently on TV. But I'll wait till I finish reading it to watch.
I hope you're reading- and finishing- some great stuff too.
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