For the first time in months I’m only reading one book.
And it’s heaven.
I’ve tried to be one of those people that can multi-task their reading. I see and hear about fellow book bloggers juggling two, three, four and five books at any given time and I envy that. I can’t do it. I’ve tried to do it before and found myself doing that for the past several months.
Reading two books at once was bad enough but then I added Persuasion to the mix and I thought I was going to lose my mind. I finally sat down and finished the last 150 pages of The Count of Monte Cristo and the day after that I sat down and finished Persuasion and then I only had one book left and it FELT SO GOOD.
I keep trying to be the kind of person that can read more than one book and keep the characters and narratives straight; the kind of reader that has no problem jumping from post-Revolutionary France to Regency England to modern day Switzerland and back again.
But I can’t do it. I’m not that kind of reader and I will contribute much more to my own happiness if I just accept that and stop trying.
I love that I can focus all my attention on one book now. I feel lighter and freer.
My TBR list stands and I will read them all, one at a time.