My reading ambitions are almost always greater than the amount of time I have to devote to the habit. That’s okay. I like taking my time and pursuing my interests because they are my interests. I spent too many years believing that I had to do it—life— someone else’s way and wasted too many hours giving book reports in one form or another.
Here are the books I got to today:
A Gift to Myself by Charles L. Whitfield
Flower Essence Repertory by Patricia Kaminsky and Richard Katz
Overcoming Gravity by Steven Low
Choosing God by Charles L. Whitfield
A Year of Forest School by Jane Worroll and Peter Houghton
Breaking Down the Wall of Silence by Alice Miller
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
I am poised to finish the current chapter of The King Arthur Trilogy by Rosemary Sutcliff when I head to bed; it all depends, though, on how long I can keep my eyes open, and I’m yawning now.
