So I guess the frenzy of reading (not to mention the time that allowed it) has ebbed away. I was off to such a good start this year. I think I need a vacation from life for a few days. You see, I suffer from a few things that keep me from reading as much as I used to. Guilt being the largest one. I've mentioned my dog (and those familiar with me and my other blog know what a nut I am for this furry baby) as being a large reason for my not reading in the volumes of my youth. Well, she demands a lot of attention. Though she's a little over a year old, she's still got enough puppy in her that she likes to play. And being that I'm at work most of the day and she's at home alone, when I get home I feel guilty if I don't devote a large portion of my time to playing with her or just giving her some extra attention. (and if I don't give it to her willingly, she usually finds ways to GET my attention! Chewed shoes anyone?) So I put aside my longing to read and instead love on her or spend and hour or two playing tug-of-war and fetch with her.
I got away with reading so much over the holidays because I was home with her so much that I a) didn't feel guilty shoving her out of my face when she'd get up in it and b) she napped a lot during the day because it's what she's used to doing.
I wouldn't trade her for all the books in the world but sometimes I wish I could be just a little selfish and read all those lovely books on my TBR shelf.













