I haven't been reading much lately, for the first time in my life, really. It feels weird, but nothing seems to interest me, and I don't know where my time has been dedicated, but it feels like I don't have any left over for reading.
I did manage to get through Joan Didion's book about her daughter, which felt so so to me. I wanted more depth about her parenting, and less kvetching about getting old. I suppose that is insensitive of me.