I can’t even come up with a catchy title. I can’t focus on reading right now.
The day after Christmas, I started Shanghai Girls by Lisa See, a book that’s been on my list for quite awhile. While it was interesting, it wasn’t captivating for me. Not that captivation is a requirement, but usually, five pages in means I’m going all the way. So, then, I decided I would put it down and try reading from my nook. That was a little better, but not by much. I could sit in little spurts and read a chapter of Pride and Prejudice each time.
In my impatience, I ventured into the biography, Cleopatra by Stacy Schiff. That was Sunday. Now, I am six pages in. I don’t know if it’s the holidays, or if it’s because E is home, but I just can’t get into anything. I can’t even really focus on this.
Gah! Frustration. What is wrong with me?