ME! The pandemic really screwed with my ability to focus and read for waaaay too long.

It had been getting a little easier, and last week I replaced my dying Kindle and well, guess having a shiny new reader made some part of my subconscious go, “YOU BETTER USE IT!”

Since it arrived on Tuesday, I have finished:

Emily Edwards, Viviana Valentine Gets Her Man

John Hall, Queen Elizabeth II and her Church: Royal Service at Westminster Abbey

Started AND finished:

Lucy Worsley, Agatha Christie: An Elusive Woman

Margaret Atwood, My Evil Mother (short story)

And now I am 12% into Ruth Finnegan’s Oral Literature in Africa. (Free on Kindle!)

I feel a twinge of guilt when I settle down and read, cause “oh not productive” but fuck that, my brain being able to process multiple paragraphs again is awesome and definitely a form of self care.