
Most of the Summer is spent watching baseball. And slouching around in various chairs (Summer weather and I do not get along). There is really no time for anything else - especially not reading (besides the humidity has usually turned my brain into complete mush anyway).
But somehow I have gotten back into reading. Since there is no time to read earlier in the evening (I Can Not miss the game… ) I have taken to reading late, late into the night. Very late.
I always start off well enough - I'll just read a chapter - and next thing I know it is Four O'Clock in the morning and how did that happen and I really don't want to stop because it is just getting to the really good parts and I am so close to the end anyhow and I could just try and finish it, but if I don't go to sleep now then I'll never be able to get up tomorrow…..
And then, of course, I have to grab the book again first thing in the morning - cause, you know, I really am so close to the end. And wouldn't it be better if I finish the book real quick so that it doesn't keep me up tonight? (Which is a lie anyway, cause if I finish this book I'll probably just start a new one at night and then we just repeat the whole process…. )

Now I haven't had nearly enough sleep and I'm cranky and I can't get any work done.
So... books are bad. Very bad.
some of the things I've been reading:
The Elegance of the Hedgehog (this is the one that really started me off. good lord, i love that book.)
Dorothy Sayers
A Room With a View
I Capture the Castle