Books.

I’m having book issues, people.  I have too many books that I’m trying to read.  I need to prioritize.

First priority is Elizabeth Strout’s new book My Name Is Lucy Barton.  Bought this book yesterday because she’s coming to Nashville to do a reading next week, and I want to get it autographed, but I also want to have read at least some of it before going to the reading.  I may have said this already, but Olive Kitteridge was one of my favorite books that I read last year and the mini-series was superb.

Second on the list should be finishing Foundation and Empire which is the second book in the Foundation Trilogy.  I have been slowly making my way through the trilogy for a while now, and I definitely like the books, so I need to buckle down and at least finish this second book before I keep reading more books.

Also on the fiction list is Elizabeth Strout’s The Burgess Boys.

As far as my nonfiction list goes….I need to finish The Witches by Stacy Schiff, which I actually put down a few months ago and find myself missing from time to time.  I’m also making my way through Voices from Chernobyl by Svetlana Alexievich — it’s an absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking book and I love it.  But I like it in moderation because it’s so devastating.

Stephen got me The Story of Alice by Robert Douglas-Fairhurst and that is definitely high on my nonfiction priority list, but I can’t decide if I should finish The Witches first, since I already started it, or what.

I can’t forget Ta-Nehisi Coates’s Between the World and Me either — which I started several months ago but found difficult to read and engage at work so I put it aside to read when I could focus on it.  Which means basically that I need to start over.

NOT TO MENTION all the other damned books that I haven’t even STARTED yet.  OMG I am not allowed to buy ANY NEW BOOKS for like five years.

UGH now I’m feeling overwhelmed again and might just go back to drawing.

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I'm a young, childless widow who is trying to figure out the best way to deal with the world in light of my late husband's suicide. It's harder than I ever imagined it would be, but somehow at the same time I am still alive and even happy sometimes.

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