And so we enter the dog days of summer. And the days are so dogged that I’m having to do two months of contest review at once. What’s the review? In a nutshell: more of the same. Rachel read more books than me.
She averaged four books a month while I averaged three, and that’s the name of that tune.
(As an aside, I need to take this opportunity to say, “Damn you to hell, Mitch Albom. You and your treacly, pamphlet-length books are putting me in a hole that I’ll never get out of.” There, I’m glad I got that off my chest.)
Vacations, illnesses, and other summertime distractions have slowed me down considerably. Meanwhile, the same distractions have not slowed Rachel down at all, because this is what she does. She is no more distracted from reading by summer than a trial attorney is distracted from a 16-car pile-up by the sound of a martini shaker.
So now we have to see if my slowdown is temporary or if I’m just running out of gas. If I can’t pick up the pace, I’ll soon be posting reviews of Dr. Seuss books to try to stay in the game. That or Mitch Albom books. (*Shakes fist at Mitch Albom!*)