I did go to the library the other day and came away with a big ole' batch of mysteries and science fiction. This has resulted in a reading marathon that has occupied me for the last couple of days starting right after dinner and lasting until late in the night.
I've finished The Sonnet Lover by Carol Goodman and In Enemy Hands by David Weber. When I suffer from high anxiety, I delve into the books, and both of these were effective antidotes, completely involving me in the fictional characters. And I have about 5 more in the same vein! Rather like some people who go on chocolate binges, my appetite for mystery and mayhem becomes voracious, and I become a glutton. With no apologies!
While part of me wants to go ahead and post about my pleasure in these two, part of me is saying, "Go, on! Pick up the next one! Read, read, read!"
And, uh, I also need to straighten the house, wash clothes, pick up Laddie's meds and deliver them to The Cottage, and get to the grocery store at some point. Responsibility is winning out, I'm off to pick up the meds. That is all of the planning ahead I can manage at the moment.
I may even stop by the library on the way home and pick up the Maisie Dobbs (Pardonable Lies) that I missed and look for The Golden Child, Emily Dickinson Is Dead (via Bookgirl's Nightstand) and Foreign Affairs (Of Books and Bicycles). No, I really should not do that today- too little time, too many books left to read here, too many books on order.