Sunday salon

Is it just me, or do Sundays always feel like work. Tiring work.
Getting everything ready for the following week, finishing off those
jobs leftover from last week. I always appreciate the time I do have
to relax with a book on days like this.

I'm currently reading Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I'm
enjoying it so far even though some of it comes across to me as
slightly cheesy.

And I've had an excellent reading week. I managed to finish three of
my own books (Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson, A Pale View of
Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro and The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway)
for the 1% well read challenge and was 1/3 of the way through another
book, Unless by Carol Shields, when I picked up a huge number of books
from the library.

I've since cast poor Unless aside and have stormed through a series of
non-fiction books for the Woman Unbound Reading Challenge. I can't
help myelf sometimes when I get new books into the house. It wouldn't
have taken long to finish Unless, but there we go.

This, of course, only seems to apply to library books. I've acquired 5
or 6 books this past week and I'm expecting 5 more in the post this
week, but none of them seem to excite me as much. I wonder why this is.

Happy reading everyone!