Catch a tiger by his toe…
At first, I attempted to flit between all four like an overzealous butterfly, but my mind can’t focus with so many books before me. It’s a nice sort of dilemma, I must admit. I’ll probably end up reading Anna Karenina first, because (as silly as it sounds) I have to read it before winter comes, but polls are such fun.
Two finished books and no reviews.
Ever since I returned from Melbourne I’ve become quite lazy. It’s been almost a week since I put down Tess of the D’Urbervilles, and yet I haven’t really gathered my thoughts together. I should have taken proper notes as I read, but I was so caught up in the story, and so tired from travelling, that I couldn’t be bothered to do anything more than jot down quotes. Finished Atwood’s Alias Grace earlier today; will probably post a review by tomorrow, or Wednesday at the very latest. Even this post was meant to be for Sunday Salon – before I knew it I was waking up to a bright and gloriously sunny Monday.
Procrastination feels so sweet and justified in this drowsy weather. I’m not in the garden today because I would be baked like a lobster, but I can hear bird-song and cicadas and the hum of a faraway plane through the open window. There’s no denying it; summer is the very best month.