Happy Sunday, everyone! I hope that this post finds you fat and happy after a relaxing Thanksgiving weekend. Thanksgiving was fun this year because both girls had an understanding of what it is about and actually wanted to watch the parade with us Thursday morning. This also promises to be a fun Christmas as well. Both girls are starting to get on pins and needles waiting for Santa. I can’t wait until Christmas morning! Something tells me they won’t be sleeping in again this year like they did last year.
I want to, but I don’t – at least not recently. This hit home last night as I was finishing up The Reluctant Widow by Georgette Heyer. I thoroughly enjoyed my first Regency Romance, but as the back cover got closer and closer, my thoughts were already shifting to my Mining ARCs spreadsheet and the book I would be reading next. When I finished the novel, there wasn’t a minute between putting The Reluctant Widow on my nightstand where it awaits my review (most likely Wednesday) and picking up The Front Porch Prophet by Raymond L. Atkins. The reviews of this novel have been wonderful and I’ve really been enjoying the first 40 pages. Still, I know that as I get closer to finishing it, I will start drifting toward whatever might be the next novel on my spreadsheet. I just don’t like this.
This wasn’t how it always was. I distinctly remember sitting back in my rocking chair holding my copy of Life of Pi to my chest after I finished it. I played the novel back through my imagination, stopping from time to time to pick up on portions of Pi’s journey that I missed or overlooked during my reading. The Monsters of Templeton, Wicked, Special Topics in Calamity Physics, The Last Queen, Gardens of Water, The Thirteenth Tale, The Other Boleyn Girl, Innocent Traitor, The Witch’s Trinity, The Gargoyle, and The Kite Runner had similar affects on me. I even miss the reactions I’ve had with books I didn’t care for such as Perfect Match and Eat, Pray, Love. At this point, I’m reading books as fast as I can to fill all of the obligations I’ve made since July. There doesn’t seem to be room to fully appreciate a great book or get my dander up over a book that pisses me off. There’s always that next book pushing its way into my consciousness like a permanent tooth unwilling to wait until the Tooth Fairy has been summoned.
Although I was a little blue about this last night, It has occurred to me that all is not lost until my spreadsheet is completed, though. When I write my reviews, I am also savoring my books in a different way. It takes me between one and two hours to write my reviews, and that is after a day or more thinking through what I want to say. That might not feel as luxurious to me as I would like, but it is very much time spent reflecting on what I’ve read. Between the time I finish my review of A Civil General and Wednesday, I’ll most certainly be reminising over old times with Elinor as I prepare for my review of The Reluctant Widow. And let’s not forget that there is nothing stopping me for rereading the books I would have wanted to spend more time with after I’ve finished plowing through my ARCs. That’s even something to look forward to, now isn’t it?
Have you been savoring any books recently? I’d love to hear about your experiences. I have no problem living vicariously through others…