When it comes to books, my eyes really are bigger than my stomach, metaphorically speaking. In the past month I’ve started no less than six books and haven’t finished a single one of them.
And since this is my last week before spring semester, and with nothing on my plate today (aside from figuring out why my balding bunny is, well…balding), I think I may just hunker down and finish a book. Or two. Or five.
In the category of fiction we have The Gift of Asher Lev by Chaim Potok and Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. For non-fiction, there’s The Language of God by Francis Collins. Then Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, a Christmas gift from my parents. And finally, The Paleo Diet by Loren Cordain and The Paleolithic Prescription by S. Boyd Eaton, Marjorie Shostack, and Melvin Konner; both of those are for my ambitious New Year’s resolution.
Now the hardest part will be selecting which one to finish first. I hate choosing favorites.