Books, Brains and Hallelujahs
I've been having some real trouble concentrating lately. I've started at least half a dozen books but can't seem to get into them, even though three are authors I love and usually dive right in the minute their books are published. It's frustrating and unnerving. Books have sustained me through highs and lows, ups and downs, single and coupled. They have always been my escape, transporting me outside myself to new worlds and adventures. When I can't read, I feel lost, like half of me is missing. This morning I happened across an article addressing this weirdness. As the months go by and we're bombarded with fear and anxiety over the political turmoil, a virus sweeping out of control, unemployment...more and more people are feeling exactly as I am: they can't read anymore, nothing holds their attention, concentration is a thing of the past. Well, wow. I was very relieved to find I wasn't losing the plot...or if I was, at least there were tons of ot...