These are my current reads (links in the sidebar). Yes, I know. No need to say anything at all. I have too many on the go at once. Even I know that. I started thinking that if I could finish War and Peace, which is my longest book, I could concentrate on the rest afterwards. A mere 976 pages stand between me and the end! I'm honestly not sure how many pages I average a day reading, but if read at least 65 pages a day, I could be done in only 16 days. September 20. Sooner if I managed more pages (though I might be a tad bit generous here). Which made me wonder how many pages I have left in all my books. Yes, that would be only 4,337 pages. 65 days. I could conceivably be done with both stacks by November. If I didn't start anything new. (What are the odds of that happening? Not very good I have to say). I guess my best bet is to whittle down the stacks once again before starting any new books to a more respectable number (keeping in mind that my idea of respectable is probably more generous than the average reader). And by the way I finished the Banville book today (must ponder that one for a few days--it is churning about my head right now), and the James Joyce book on the top of the stack isn't technically a current read. The next short story that we are reading is "The Dead", which is the last story in this book (hence its place in the pile). So I might not actually be starting anything new anytime soon, but I can think about what might be next up: The Three Musketeers (yes, I broke down and bought the new translation...), and The Mists of Avalon and of course my R.I.P. books! I suppose I should go unplug the TV for the duration, shouldn't I.
I couldn't resist sharing a photo of Dulce. Is this not the picture of contentment? A sunny window, breezy, and not too warm. Yes, life is good.