I have 2 new non-fiction books on my table, waiting for their spines to be cracked. And I really want to get to them, but I’m not quite finished with a couple of other books. And I fully intend to finish those before starting something new.

 

I love reading and would wear out my eyes doing nothing else if I could. But of course, that’s neither practical nor possible. And – I’m being honest here – I can never find a fully comfortable position that my body can maintain for hours on end. I want to, mind you, but it just doesn’t work out. That, friends, is a genuine bummer.

 

I am pretty excited to finish John Irving’s first novel (Setting Free the Bears), which I should wrap up soon. That guy’s brilliant. And crazy. And maybe crazy-brilliant. And I’m still working on a book of essays by mentors from various walks of life (Getting There: A Book of Mentors). That one’s interesting, entertaining and uplifting.

 

When I am able to file those books away, there are others, waiting patiently to turn my brain. And I shall give them their due.

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