But seriously, in the final chapters -- my mind will, from time to time, veer to what I want to read next. I'll set the book down and go and look at the other one.
I'll open it up and read a few sentences and think -- "Hmmm…. yep, sounds good."
Then I'll remember that old phrase:
"Hey, dance with the one that brought you!"
And I'll zip on through the end of a novel, with the new one already in my backpack, ready for tomorrow. Is this what is known as "being fickle?"
All I know is that to NOT be reading a novel is not an option!
I just finished a whopper-terrific novel tonight. Strong Motion, by Jonathan Franzen, and already I've removed the dustjacket from Tim O'Brien's In The Lake of The Woods.
Where is the frigging gestation period?
I move on quickly is what I am saying.
I'm insatiable.
Do you employ some manner of micro-managed criteria in the choices you make -- or are you as book whorish as I am, here?
I mean -- this author has poured his or her GUTS out to me -- and -- I just move on!
Do you [horrors]… read two at once and just hope you are not on the phone with one while the other is knocking at your door?
[Visions of a book's father asking… "What are your intentions, son?"]
Are we supposed to wait a while before we spread the covers of another?
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I am so very promiscuous that I usually have at least five books in progress and I visit at least two or three of them every day. I used to feel like I was cheating but I've gotten well over that and the books don't seem to mind, sometimes they even compete for my attentions ;)
ReplyDeleteI usually take only one book to bed with me -- it lasts a few nights, till I'm done with it. And then I move on. I have them mentally lined up generally about two books in advance.
ReplyDeleteI'm in it for the fun - two at a time is fine by me. :)
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