I have put London Fog: The Biography on hold at the library three times.
The first time the hold became available was late January 2016. I was teaching three classes (all new to me) and the most time I had to read non-course related material was on the bus between campuses on my particularly manic Mondays. I realized within a week I didn’t have the time or the brainpower to read this book in tiny snippets and returned it when my borrowing period expired.
I didn’t even attempt to get it out of the library again for more than eight months. But when September came around and E. was back at school and P. and I were settling into a rhythm and the chaos of 2016 had eased a little bit, I thought I’d be able to handle it. So I reactivated my hold just in time for P. to start the four-month sleep regression early.
Again I returned it, not a single page further ahead than I had been in January.
In December, I told Q. I was going to reactivate the hold again in January because surely by then I’d have the brain capacity to read it with the kind of attention I knew it deserved.
Q. bought it for me for Christmas, because he always pays attention and always knows exactly the right thing to do.
It’s sitting on the shelf of my night table, underneath my library books.
I still haven’t read any further. My brain still isn’t ready.
But at least I know I don’t ever have to bring it back.
Do you have a book that you desperately want to read but can’t quite ever seem to manage to get round to it?
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