I’ve been struggling so far with finding my mojo to read. I think quarantine has definitely set my mental state reeling. Now that I’m more in a self-imposed quarantine, I’m reading more and more. I think sometimes my brain is more amenable to doing something if it’s my choice. During the actual shelter in place order, I ranted and railed and plotted what I would do once this was over. Now I’m mostly quarantining because I choose to- at this point it’s obvious I can only watch out for my own health and those I love since no one is going to do it for me.
Rant over. This blog post is supposed to be about my favorite books I’ve read so far this year. In truth it’s a hard question to answer, since I’ve mostly struck out. I think the award goes to A Night to Remember why Walter Lord. Recently I’ve come to appreciate narrative nonfiction. This book reads like a novel, which I truly appreciate. I completely binged this thing- while working from home, going on runs, and doing chores.
I also woke up with an insatiable desire to knit a blanket. I can’t tell you why since it’s getting to be summer in the south (yes, summer starts May 1 and lasts until Halloween, why do you ask?) and it’s about to be unearthly hot, but I immediately ordered a bunch of bulky yarn and an appropriate knitting needle. I’m also about to finish a skirt for an American Girl doll.
What have you been up to? What is your favorite book this year?
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