Slow reading

Apparently I started writing a post here when I was sick about a month and a half ago. I don't have any recollection of doing that. Since that time, I've been sick again and I have not read many books. Really, I haven't read many books since, like, October.

Let me interrupt myself here to acknowledge that my not-many-books is still quite a few books. I just haven't been reading at the breakneck pace of last summer (none of which was recorded here, so you'll just have to take my word for it). 

I had been thinking for quite a long time that it was the election that knocked me off my reading pace (still a strange thing to say, but I willfully admit that I spend a lot more time since November 9 watching and/or reading the news and thus, a lot less time reading books), but looking back at my reading log (or Book of Books), it seems I lost some steam before that terrible night. I've had some spurts of renewed literary energy (especially over breaks from work), but I'm still not back to my old self, reading-wise. 

Maybe I just needed a break. 

That said, summer is fast approaching and I am finding myself increasingly excited about having lots of time to read. I have some good books lined up for summer book camp (and I may actually bring myself here to talk about them, because we never dig very deep at book camp - conversation tends to be limited to classroom applications), a few titles I bought over the year that are looking very tantalizing on my book shelf, and a reading project I started in January that should keep me busy well past this summer.

I'm going to hang on to that project for my next post (an optimistic pronouncement, given the likelihood of that post materializing in any kind of timely fashion, but whatever, I choose optimism).