After my last disappointment, reading wise, I haven't been able to settle on a book. It's odd how not having a great book to read unsettles me. I rarely read more than one book at a time, but I keep picking up a book and thinking 'meh' putting it down again, picking up a different book, going back to the first. I'm not sure what to do. Here are the options:
Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell
Possession by AS Byatt
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Atonement by Ian McEwan
I guess I'm unwilling to commit to something heavy or too literary. Books I probably SHOULD have already read. But these books have been languishing on my TBR pile forever, and I'm sort of stuck indoors whilst Elliot's potty training improves. Maybe we'll try an outing for this afternoon.