End of hour one. Read maybe 20 minutes. The Bookman’s Tale by Charlie Lovett. Will probably take me the whole day as focus doesn’t seem to be a thing today. Not the book’s fault as there’s a bookstore and a mysterious old painting of a dead wife.
Funny there are at least three versions of the cover– the woman’s eyes look either off to the side, down, or straight out. Oh and mine has a different engraving of the Thames. Odd.
Almost no progress, but I’ve got a kitty in my lap, coffee and maybe progress will happen next hour.
Hour 3 (10 AM – 11 AM):
Some progress. Bookman’s Tale is one of those parallel time books. Alternating from 1995 to 1983 to 1592 – one of my favorite times with some of my favorite people: Marlowe, Greene, Nashe. Definitely off to a good start this tale. I don’t keep track of pages because I’m the slowest reader in America and it’s deflating to think about. I have a sausage and egg croissant heating up and it looks beautiful out. Beautiful, but not warm like yesterday. Read on, all you bookish friends around the world! And if you’re slow like me, just ignore the “Just finished my eighth book tweets!”