It’s been too long.
I haven’t posted here on “Librarians do it Between the Covers” in a long time, for two reasons, one bad, and one less bad. The first being, I’m not a librarian anymore and haven’t been since the end of 2010, and I feel a bit of a fraud. Of course, once a librarian, always a librarian, as they say (don’t they?) so that’s the bad reason, since it’s not a very plausible one.
The slightly-better-in-a-roundabout-way reason is that I’m a bit burned out. In 2012 I set a personal goal for myself to read 52 books, one a week. I did it, in fact I got to 54… and now I’m tired. Burned out. I read everything I had any interest in reading, and now I need a break, and for people to write some more books I give a fig about reading.
Of course some people would say there isn’t enough time in the world to read everything they want to, but I’m not one of those people. I’m picky. Mind you, I’ve read a lot of books over the years, so it’s not like I haven’t already covered the basics. But I know what I like and what I don’t like, and that ends up ruling out a lot. And besides, my brain is tired. I worked my way through my always-wanted-to-get-to list this past year and now I’m done. I want a break from being challenged. I’m going to lie around and reread one of the Dragonriders of Pern books for the umpteenth time. Not even one of the better ones, just one of the random ones like Nerilka’s Story or something, and I’ll just crack it open somewhere in the middle and start there. Because I’ve read it so often it’s like a worn blanket and it won’t make me think, not hardly at all.
When I can rub two brain cells together again, I’ll tell you about my year of reading, but until then, I’m going to fly back to Pern.