I grab chunks of time to read. There is no rhyme or reason to what I consume. For a while I was reading Maigrets just so I could bid them farewell, and head them to Bookaholic.
It is tough to read anything serious if you can only read in spurts. I may just have to abandon or totally restart my reading of The Seekers. I have to absorb and understand, and there aren't any long uninterrupted period in which I can do that, or even want to, these days. Maybe it's just the subject for now.
My shelves are mounting with other volumes that beckon. I realize that many of the books I have had on my wish list for so long have taken residence here. I picked up and have become absorbed with Lahiri's The Namesake. Why I have become interested in India-American writers recently, I am not sure, except that their names have topped many recommended and commended lists in the past few years.
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