I am speaking, my friends, of the trusty library reserve list. While I will never have a shortage of things to read thanks to my multiple sources of free kindle books from Amazon reads and the like, the reserve list includes books I want and am looking forward to-and sometimes waiting impatiently for.
Until, that is the feast or famine rule comes into play and five, count them five, books free up on the same day.
I mean, I easily read more than two books a week more often than not, but with a three week checkout period and no renewal, I either need to speed up my reading (not necessarily a problem) or delay the books which can mean going back to the end of the list, depending. So I’ll be reading, and reading some more for the next couple of weeks.
Perpetuating my problem is the fact that I have recently added more books to my list, and more than a few are of the not mindless reading variety. The new Barbara Kingsolver (Demon Copperhead) is now on the list, Sea of Tranquility (a sequel to Station 11), Less Is Lost, The Candy House, and others sit alongside the new Jane Harper, the newest in the Joe Pickett series and the new Thomas Perry novel (author of the Old Man for TV series types). I have a never ending book list, and just a small part of it is on reserve at any time.
In the book to TV series trend, I have yet to watch Three Pines-and in this case I have never read the books. But I’m not one to shy away from the book to TV movement. I mean I am thrilled with both Bosch and the Lincoln Lawyer and surprisingly happy with Reacher, so why not. And starting yesterday (I think?) there is a Will Trent TV series, for those readers of Karen Slaughter. Which I will get to some day.
In other brief news, my creativity right now is in the organizational arena. I know, me and organization, right? But there were so many cut up projects and so many pieces of fabric from leftover projects that I have taken time away from making to prepare things to make-cutting fabric into usable squares and bagging projects and organizing paints and art journals to workable spaces. There is hope, I tell myself.
|Projects ready, with Valentine ideas in the front|
|Scraps cut into strips and squares|
This afternoon, I’m exploring the abilities of my new Samsung watch (away, Apple, away I say) and its “help I’ve fallen” and emergency settings. More on my new toy soon. And why is it I never feel old until I look at my hands?