What a difference two weeks can make. At the beginning of June, I was excited about the summer reading season and the five books I planned to read in June. I dove into Jane Harris’ The Observations with my usual energy, but then a family emergency struck. I packed a bag and drove over 500 miles to my hometown, where my father had been hospitalized. My brother and I were quickly faced with decisions about care and housing for both mom and dad.
It’s interesting how your priorities can change so dramatically in the blink of an eye. I took The Observations along with me, and managed to finish it, but returned another book (Carry me Down) to the library before I left home. And while I liked The Observations well enough (3 stars), I didn’t feel up to writing a review and I have no plans to do so. I’m currently reading Salvage the Bones, although I was a bit daunted by Jill’s review this week. I hope to get to Gillespie and I before the month is out, but if not there’s always next month, right?
Even before this emergency I’d come to the realization that my reading pace had slowed considerably. I’m on track to read about 60 books this year, compared to 75-80 in years past. And I’m OK with that. I started knitting this year, and I also enjoy gardening, and it feels good to diversify my hobbies a bit. I still have little anxiety pangs over the sheer number of unread books on my shelves, and new titles that sound too good to pass up. I’m hoping that will pass, in time. In the grand scheme of things, sometimes there are just more pressing priorities than your current book.
Wishing you a peaceful Sunday and a great week!