..To finish at least some of the (approximately) seventeen books I’m reading. I don’t know if this happens to other people, but whenever I’m feeling unsettled in a certain way, and this is usually because I’m having to just deal with something I don’t like rather than been able to face it head on and batter it into submission. There are few things I cope less well with than having to just wait. Anyway whenever I’m feeling like this I am incapable of finishing a book, doesn’t matter whether it’s interesting or enjoyable or not, either way there comes a point where the thought of continuing to read it becomes inexplicably repulsive and I have to go start another one. Anyway the flat finding trauma has left me with a significant number of unfinished books (and a living room that looks an explosion in Hodges*).
What got me thinking about the need to polish off these outstanding books was an entirely useful post by Ms. FatCat (I don’t know if only her friends are allowed to call her this, it’s a bit worrying, I have compromised by adding Ms – I’m not just naturally prissy) about particularly good books that have provoked an emotional reaction. On reading it and its accompanying comments I was barely able restrain myself from immediately heading off to track down both books that are old friends and have been shamefully forgotten and tempting, shiny new ones.
It really is quite wonderful what a good holiday can do for one, however it does appear to have an adverse effect on the standard of one’s of prose.
*& Figgis, Bookshop
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