For the first time in months, I actually got bored reading. I started out by finishing up a book called Snowflake Obsidian (review coming on Weds), which I finished Thursday night. It was a little depressing so I decided to hold off on Glass Castle until later in the weekend. Sadly, I never got the momentum I was looking for and never actually got to Glass Castle. Throughout the weekend I would pick up a book, sit down on my bed to read, and fall asleep. And finally, I just got bored, not bored with the books but bored with reading in general. By Sunday night when I was about half way through with book four, I was done.
I definitely learned my lesson. Kind of like in high school when I was forced to read the classics, reading because I am "required to" wasn't fun, and I probably read less this weekend, because of my goal, than I would have if I just set out to enjoy the weekend and read for fun amongst other things. And I definitely enjoyed the books less than I may have taking my time with them.
Even though it was not the most fun I've ever had, I did end up finishing four books - Snowflake Obsidian, How Huge the Night, Like Dandelion Dust, and Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. Reviews to follow.