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Summer causes stupidity and so forth

I'm feeling genuinely overwhelmed by the number of books I am not reading right now. Which never happens, because I need lots of things going on or I get bored, so usually it's all 'YES TEN BOOKS GO GO GO.' But since I have not actually been 'reading' and instead just keep getting books from the library, it's causing a bit of a panic.



I have 21 non-music books out from the library, plus six eBooks. This is dumb. Especially since my at-home-on-the-shelf TBR list is around 200 right now. BUT LIBRARY BOOKS ARE FREE. And then you have them. For nine weeks, at which point the library says "No, you may not have these anymore unless you bring them in and check them out again," which I say is ridiculous because why nine weeks, and if no one else wants them, gimme more than three renewals, damnit. I can't be scooting down to the library every week; I got shit to do.


We're not even going to get into Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, because the thought of it makes me panic even more, but there are books I have or have started that I GENUINELY want to be reading/finishing, and because of Life, this is not happening. Also last night I got like ladies get sometimes where everything I read/saw/interacted with felt like a personal affront and obviously all my friends are faking it so why don't I just sit in my room forever and eat pretzels because pretzels are delicious and you can't really fake deliciousness.




I have Where Did You Go, Bernadette?, which seems awesome and I'd love to be reading it if I weren't spending the time I could be reading thinking about how amazing sleeping is. I'm reading Truth & Beauty (kind of) by Ann Patchett, which is wonderful and marvelous and all those things because Ann Patchett, but I'm reading it kind of listlessly instead of engagingly. Ann Patchett's writing should be completely engaged with because it is LOVELY.

Various Dickens books, the aforementioned Harry Potter that we're ignoring, Appointment in Samarra that I'm in love with but haven't yet finished, Blackbirds that Alley recommended but which I guess is on hold now that there's all this other ridiculousness -- basically what I'm saying is everything is in a big jumble and it's not going to be sorted out soon because this week is Birthday Week in my family, so I'm going home for that and next week is BEA Tailgating, so THAT'll have to be dealt with, so I should have my shit together maybe by mid-June. Maybe.

Summer, everyone. 

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