It's official. I did not finish my summer reading list by the end of September.
Some of this is for good reasons. I did a major decluttering, reorganizing, and painting job in our main living space. I'm working more hours at my paid job. I've spent a lot of time catching up on the photo albums. NB's soccer teammates have interesting parents, so I spend time at practices socializing instead of reading.
And some of it is that I've gotten a bit bogged down in Les Mis. I considered switching translations, but the recommended one is an abridgement, and I am stubbornly committed to reading the entire thing. So I persist . . . but slowly.
In the meantime, I'm scared to pick up another book for fear I will never return.
I have a mental deadline for when I would like to finish Les Mis, but it's so pathetic that I'm not going to put it in writing.
I'll let you know when I finish it.
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