Ah, spring. That time of year when my thoughts turn to eradicating dandelions from my lawn by digging them out by hand.
I know that's a stupid way to spend time, but I find it relaxing and it's pretty much the only yard work I do, besides edging the driveway and mowing the lawn. Now, you might say, what does this have to do with reading? Well, nothing, on the surface. But lately I have been feeling the desire to read and not write anything about what I'm reading. It may in fact be the influence of Helene Hanff; I know she wrote for a living but I get the feeling she did a lot of reading just for the joy of it, so I've decided to take a little break from writing myself. The fact that my house could really use a spring cleaning (it hasn't had one in seven years) and I've got a few looming deadlines has nothing to do with it.
I won't be gone long and when I'm back I hope to have a few exciting reading-related announcements. In the meantime, might I suggest such reading material as The Reader's Advisor Online or this great argument about libraries and the Dewey Decimal system, not to mention any of the wonderful reading blogs listed over in the sidebar?
Thanks for your patience. And now, you'll excuse me? I'm off to become death, destroyer of worlds, to a yard full of dandelions.