For most of the pandemic, my concentration skills shot from hyper-focused to barely able to follow an episode of Gossip Girl (yes, even when Nate’s face was on screen – shocking). My voracious appetite for reading went out the window, alongside my appetite for pretty much everything else. These days if I read 5-10 pages each day of whatever book I’m reading, I’m doing good.Continue reading “Books I read in one year of lockdowns”
God, I miss the library. Specifically the weekly thrill of a delivery of orders arriving, the greedy reward for spending so much time stalking the catalogue. With my beloved library out of reach for the foreseeable future (sob), I’ve taken drastic measures – I’ve raided my bookshelves for something, anything, to distract myself from reality.
After falling down a rabbit hole of “How do I own three copies of Valley of the Dolls?” I emerged clutching a stack of books I first bought at a very specific time in my life and haven’t been sucked into the pages of since. You don’t need to be an armchair psychiatrist to analyse why my book choices are all from a better, less anxious time. Needless to say, if you want to escape the present moment, you could do a lot worse than escaping into books you last loved as an awkward teenager. Continue reading “Books to (re)read during a pandemic”