Alas, I did not finish any books this past week. But I did read a lot of poetry and some lengthy Ursula K. Le Guin stories. I'll finish a book or two this coming week.
I near the edge of a reading rut...or just a slump. I struggle to read when I'm with others, but even when I'm alone, reading is difficult every day. I know it will get easier if I stay dedicated; I've gone through the stages before. Reading, like writing, is a practice. Daily. Varied. Challenging.
I'm a little way into several books. I usually latch onto one and finish it. I wish I could read so many books; I'm already feeling the need to be more intentional about my reading choices. A life will only hold so many books.
Inspiring lists, sparkling reads, and quirky musings from a writer~reader~wife~mama~advocate who wants to seek, create, and savor life's sweet bits.
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