Sigh. This is the part where I tell you why I haven’t been blogging. Though the problem really isn’t with the blogging, it’s with the reading. I am stuck. I can’t seem to finish a book; indeed I haven’t finished anything since August 23 when I wrote about The Perfect Summer by Juliet Nicolson. And that only counted as finished because I skipped some parts. What is the matter with me?
If (IF!!) all goes as planned I will finish The Postmistress by Sarah Blake tonight. Then it’s back to Master Cromwell in Bring up the Bodies, which is on my Kindle. I am going to visit my brother for four days; airplanes mean reading time for me, so perhaps that is all it will take. Let’s hope so. My apologies for how dull it’s been around here.