confession.
Confession: I have a problem with becoming emotionally attached to books.
Not all books, mind you, but certain books, yes, I do.
Example: I finished A Suitable Boy on Sunday afternoon. And now it’s Tuesday night. It is 10:06, well past the time for me to close my laptop and pick up a book (I am a firm believer in no media for an hour before bed-time). And the book I ought to be picking up is Mrs. Dalloway, since I promised myself to read every one of Barbara Kingsolver’s favorite authors.
Well, I did start Mrs. Dalloway on Sunday night; really, I did. I read 18 pages. But since then, I just can’t bring myself to open it again. It’s not personal, Ms. Woolf, I promise.
It’s just that . . . my affections lie elsewhere.
David brought this to my attention last night when he said, “I like how you continue to carry A Suitable Boy around the house, and just set it down next to you.”
He’s right. I’m not reading it. I’m just . . . keeping it in my presence for awhile.
And I’m casually not reading anything else. Tonight, yet again, I’m checking email and Facebook for the fifth time (okay, let’s face it: the tenth time), browsing some blogs, eating gluten-free chocolate chip cookies that my husband made, writing a blog post . . . anything to keep from facing the fact that I now have to start a new book, a book that is not A Suitable Boy.
It’s hard, being so loyal.
2 Comments
Dori
Jules, I am so glad you liked the book! Loyalty is not such a bad thing. Rest assured, new affections are just around the corner on the bookshelf 🙂
julie gentino
Yes, you are right Dori! But. It’s Sunday again, and I’m still rereading A Suitable Boy. 🙂