It has now been six months, and eleven days into the seventh month since I have entered a library or bought a book. Last night I realized I have accomplished my goal to read my own books. I am quite surprised. When I wrote my progress report on the first third of the year, I thought I had plenty to last me until January. But no. I still have a lot of books on the shelves, but they are mostly nonfiction. I'm just not so interested in reading biographies or histories these days. I want a good story, and I own only a very few which I haven't read: a couple Miss Reads, one Laurie Colwin, and some Barbara Pym. The other fiction books are those which are waiting for Tom.
Thus, I announce that today I visited a library and borrowed Tea Time for the Traditionally Built by Alexander McCall Smith, and am happily spending time with Mma Ramotswe in Africa.