Despite the fact that I seem to be reading all the time, I’m completely tapped on a book to recommend anyone. Today, it seems, I can only think of books that I read so long ago that I can’t remember enough detail about them to recommend them responsibly. I think of Martha Colley’s The Archivist or Michele Roberts’ Daughters of the House.

I am reading about 15 books right now (and that’s not an exaggeration), and while they’re all good, none of them is so captivating that I’m carrying it with me everywhere, stealing spare seconds to read a paragraph or two. I’m not sure if that disinterest is because of what I’m currently reading or because of my mindset. Either way, it’s kind of a sad state of affairs.

So if anyone out there has a great book to get me recharged for reading, please send it on. Until then, I’ll see what I can get invested in myself.
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P.S. See this great post on redRavine. I’m feeling on the depleted side of the equation right now, but I’m not sure I’m walking the talk either. Maybe that’s my struggle.