Since I finished Wendy Lesser’s book and returned it to the library and The Critic in the Modern World and submitted my review, I have been relieved and happy to be out from under the pressure of deadlines. Now, I can read whatever I want to! Except I haven’t been reading.
That’s not exactly true. I have been reading, only it’s not been throw-myself-into-a-book reading. It has been reading on my public transit commute and during my lunch break at work and for 15-20 minutes in bed before turning out the light. I have been reading only George R.R. Martin’s Feast for Crows (my commute and lunch book) and Jo Walton’s What Makes This Book So Great (one or two essays before bed). I am enjoying both of them very much, don’t get me wrong, but when I think, oh I will start that Francine Prose book, I can’t bring myself to do it. I pick it up, I look at it, and then put it back down. Maybe tomorrow, I tell myself.
I worried a little yesterday and today that I have fallen into a reading slump. I’ve not had one of those in a very long time. But it doesn’t have the feel of a slump. It is more like a breather. A few days to catch my breath before launching into a new book or two. And with just that little change of framing, I feel so much better. Silly as it sounds, the thought of a slump was kind of making me a little stressed. But this being a breather and not a slump, well, that’s no big deal. The weekend is coming and there will be lots of time to spend reading lots of different books.
There was a slight moment of panic when I got home from work and checked my email to see I had one from Library Journal informing me I had a new review assignment. I just turned in a review and figured it would be quite some time before my turn came around to do another review. And of course, it is another short due date: April 24th. And I have not received the book in the mail yet (it’s on the way the email assures me). But this book will be a piece of cake. It’s a gardening book! An entire book on seed saving. That should be pretty good. I hope.
And after writing about my breather I actually feel like doing some reading. Off I go while the mood is still upon me.