We had one of those great November storms blow in last night. The kind where the window panes rattle against the howling wind, the rain drops loudly on the roof, the leaves whirl against the doors. I love the sounds and smells of a good storm, so in the middle of the night (in one of my moments of non-sleep) I opened the window next to our bed just so I could I fully appreciate the storm. And since Jason moved Sydney's playhouse so it sits right outside our window, I even got the added bonus of listening to the rain falling on the plastic tarp that covers it. I don't know what it is, but I love the sound of rain falling on plastic tarps. Plunk plunk plunk. Ah, perfect sounds.
It's the kind of day that's perfect for curling up and reading a book, and when Sydney went down for a nap (very much against her will and after many many minutes of weeping, "I don't want to take a nap!") I could have picked up a book and read.
But I didn't.
I thought about it, but the truth is I have been in something of a reading slump the last few months. I pick up books and then get bored. I've tried a variety of genres, but nothing has been appealing. I have shelves and shelves of books that are boring me to tears.
The one recent exception is a book I just bought. When I read a review in our local newspaper for The Thirteenth Tale it totally captured my attention, so I went to the bookstore, traded in $21 worth of books and paid the remaining $5. The book was absolutely the best thing I've read all year, and I'd like to do a proper review on it, but my mind is too scattered right now to get my thoughts in order. At any rate, I got the book last Saturday and had it finished by Tuesday. For me, it was a perfect read.
I thought finishing off a book would inspire me to get through another one, but even though I tried to get through Angels & Insects, it was too boring. I wanted to like it. But, alas, looking out the window at the rain was more compelling than anything the pages held.
Maybe it's just a phase. I hope so anyway because I like reading, and don't find it particular nifty that I have turned into a non-reader. At least today I had the rain to amuse me, but what about when it stops raining?
So, any suggestions on short, easy, entertaining, geared-for-adults, non-depressing books? Not too reflective. Not too complicated. I tend to like books set in England, but I'm open to American settings. Once Baby arrives then my reading days will be limited again, so I'm really trying to get in at least one more good book in the next six weeks. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen. But I'd at least like to make some effort.