So I work at a library, and sometimes if the day is slow, which is most days, I’ll check out an ebook to read at my computer while I’m on desk duty. The other day, I noticed that Shelby Mahurin’s Serpent & Dove had expired. Which was weird, because I’d never finished it—in fact, I think I only got about a third of the way through it. I don’t just not finish books. I can think of only two instances in my entire life where I deliberately chose to not finish a book (maybe I should talk about those sometime, because yikes they were bad). If I get too busy for a book I’m in the middle of, I might set it aside, assuring myself that I’ll get around to it one day. But I don’t just not finish books. But you know what else I don’t do? Pick up those half-read books again. I mean, sometimes I do. If I really am just way too busy for a novel but I was genuinely enjoying it, then yeah, I’ll probably pick it up again. Reading is pretty high on my priority list, though; it’s rare that ...
i have a lot of thoughts about things that don’t really matter. books, movies, shows, games; anything and everything.