Probably no one ever even looks at my lists of books at the bottom of my blog (well, Kristin, I know you do once in a while - I think you're pretty much the only one who ever comments on it, reads any books I've suggested, and offers me back suggestions - bless you!). I tried faithfully, for well over a year, to track the books I've been reading, so that I could give other readers out there ideas about good/bad books that they may be thinking of reading. What I've noticed is that my list stopped in May...and that I only recorded one book read for the month of May. BTW, there should technically be two books on that May list, but the other one was a sappy, close-to-Harlequin-romance-type that I was too embarrassed to even acknowledge reading so I decided not to count it!
For my one reader who might still look at my book list: I'm sorry. I haven't read much more (a little, but not much) than I've listed there...other than the May omission I've confessed to. Note: I did skim through the latest Charlene Harris, Sookie Stackhouse book last week, but only because I'd read all of the other gazillion or so and the latest was just released (but really...can the series please stop already? I'm sick of having to 'keep up' with her books as they come out and I'm dying to just get to an ending point already. I don't care what the ending is, just that it actually comes to an end).
I'll confide another shocking piece of trivia about me: Until about ten days ago, I hadn't even picked up a book to read since a few days before we left for Ethiopia!!! For me, this is a lifetime record of reading deprivation. I have never, ever, not read over such a long period, or even in any length of period exceeding something like a day. I always read. It's my drug of choice. I'm completely addicted to reading good books (my second choice of May notwithstanding).
In Ethiopia, I actually had a fair bit of time to read at night. We didn't have the younger kids until near the end of our time there, and I spent a fair bit of time in the later evenings (while Matthew and Geoff were sleeping) just sitting and looking...at what I have no idea. I'd packed my lovely little Kobo e-reader for the trip, had even purchased a pretty, pink, leather, envelope, slip-cover for it the week before, and it sat on my night table for the entire length of our time in Ethiopia. The only time it got touched was when we packed up our suitcases to go home. My Kobo then stayed in that suitcase for a week after we got home, until I finished unpacking! Since then, it's been sitting on my night table...right beside me now, for that matter.
It's not like I don't have any time for reading. I do have time. Less, to be sure, but surely some. The younger kids are sleeping by 8:00 or shortly thereafter, and I've been trying to get to bed by about 10:00pm (well, lately, closer to 11:00pm, but oh well). I'm also getting up pretty early, so that I have a little time on my own before the kids are awake and pulling me in all directions. But I've been spending my morning times doing other things: tidying; praying; blogging; planning; getting my brain together. And in the evenings, I've found myself without the emotional energy for my usual means of literary escape until recently, when I picked up my kobo and found all of my long-ago borrowed books expired! I had to get back into the e-library site and download some books. I can feel my emotional energy starting to come back a little, and I'm glad because I miss my books...and I think I need to read one or two feel-good, happy-ending kinda books right about now.