As you know I use this site to complain about read-marketing, mostly because it's known to some people but not all and my bitter complaints do not appear on google because I originally hid a lot of my writing here (it's still here; my students know where to find it). I
need to complain, though, because I do a lot of reading.
Of course I complain about bad grammar, insipid plots, poorly constructed character, etc. But most of what I read is actually pretty good. And in fact at the moment I am reading seven (finished one this morning), and most of them are good.
But seven is, in fact, too many. I can't keep track of the intricacies of each one when I'm reading maybe twenty, thirty pages of each every night. When I begin to lose track, I lose the love of it. It seems like the words are swimming out there and I get discouraged.
How did it happen? Compulsive jumping on opportunities. You go through dry spells, where there's nothing you can read, and you reach the point where if it's good, you take it. You can get a book-read out of it. In the case of my favorite BBE site, you get reads and sales in a general way and, as I did this weekend, sometimes you just have to jump in there and take one. I'm currently reading
three from that site. But lots of people on there are like me. I'm not the only one a little behind.
So tonight I'm complaining about actually enjoying it too much. This morning I picked up my first book and read it to the end. It like others was good. It made me tired by the time I finished some semblance of reading 10% of seven others; in fact I still haven't finished. One book I barely started; another I didn't start at all. Seven is too many. I just couldn't get to them. Got tired.
Meanwhile the Guardians are on the computer, and might win tonight.
