I’m going to have a book amnesty. I recently did it with all my library books; it was such a huge relief that now I will do the same with my own books. Basically it is a declaration that I am not reading any of them. I seem to have about half a dozen books on the go, with bookmarks at various points in their pages. Truth is I’ve drifted from them all. This is no reflection on how I feel about their contents. If I really don’t like a book then I’m happy to not finish it, which I know for some people is a travesty. Not me. In all these cases, though, I haven’t finished them because I’ve had other distractions, other areas to focus. After a period of voracious reading, I’m not currently reading anything – the books are just sitting there in a pile. Every time I glance at them I feel that I *should* be reading one of them as I’ve already made a start. Still I don’t.
Enough of this cycle! The bookmarks are coming out of them all. If, when, I want to return to them then I can start afresh. Ground zero, so to speak. How light it feels already! And I know already where my reading will recommence: back to my roots, to the origins of this blog, with Joanne Field’s A Life of One’s Own.