To say 2020 wreaked havoc on my reading habits would be an embarrassing understatement. From the week of March 10 on, I’ve whipsawed between can’t read a damn thing to reading obsessively to only ‘reading’ audiobooks to only memoir to re-reading old favorites like THE GREAT GATSBY, A THOUSAND ACRES, and OUTLANDER, etc.
I am all over the place. But you know what? I’m still here. And right now I’m reading this saga from 1977 because I somehow missed it back when I was the ripe old age of 12 and the town librarian wouldn’t let me check it out.
While in other years I’ve posted only books I’ve already read, this year I’m putting them all in the same stack: the books I absolutely loved and the ones I can’t wait to get to when I finish THE THORN BIRDS. There are so, so many great books out there right now.
I’m sending all of you love and light this Christmas season. Keep reading. Keep filling your time with art. And while I don’t know if I will be able to adhere to this, I plan to spend most of my 2021 reading a lot more books and scrolling a hell of a lot less ‘news.’ I even deactivated my Facebook page.
Here’s to the vaccine and Fall 2021. And books. Always, always books.