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.