I have a theory: I think my brain can only handle a certain number of books over a set period of time. If I go over that number it rebels and decides to fill itself with old episodes of Dorm Life and New Girl rather than pick up many of the books I would like to be reading. Anybody else have that problem?
I don’t know if that’s a real thing, but I do know that I haven’t felt like reading much at all this month. I finished Homicide by David Simon on May 7, and haven’t finished anything since. I’ve been slowly making my way through Catch-22, but I can’t read than during my normal reading time (lunch, before bed) because I get to distracted or to sleepy to get what’s going on.
Anyway, I do actually need to finish a book today — The Storytelling Animal by Jonathan Gottschall for my stop on a TLC Book Tour this week. And write some reviews. And keep working on my plans for Book Expo America. I already made a sweet Google Map with all of the places I might be going, but I still need to work on looking through the schedule to find author signings and whatnot.
But first I’ll probably finish getting caught up with New Girl, which is much more enjoyable than it used to be (see this article in The Atlantic, “The End of Adorkable: New Girl Grows Up”). Happy Sunday!