I don’t know why I think I can read more than one book at a time. I know better, but every time I have trouble deciding what I want to read, I’ll convince myself I can do it. I’ll get my fiction fix while I read a nonfiction about <insert topic here> and get a peek into someone’s life via a memoir. Best of all worlds!
Sounds great in theory, but the reality is my brain will rebel against it every single time. It won’t let me enjoy reading Book A, because it’s busy thinking about Book B. If I switch, it starts thinking about Book A. And so on, and so forth. Diabolical!
My rebellious mind has won again. I’m setting aside three of the four books I was reading, and am now focusing on Breaking the Silence by Diane Chamberlain. Funny how the last one I start is always the one I choose to stick with.
So many books… so little time… so hard to choose which one to read first!