You know what they say about ‘best laid plans’. I did manage to finish Rope & Bone (Howard) on Saturday, the 24th, and I started a second book, so National Readathon Day was not entirely a wash. However, since I was lounging on the futon with the cat when I finished Rope & Bone, I could not reach any of the books I had stacked up so nicely in the other room. Had I tried to shift the cat he would have been very annoyed, so I instead grabbed the closest unread book. So, I am now reading Saint Francis, by Nikos Kazantzakis.
I have been reading Saint Francis off and on all day yesterday, and all day today, alongside doing laundry, chatting with my brother (about books- last night he brought me a crate full of books by Dean Koontz, John Grisham, and Robert Ludlum), and crocheting. Today I also did a few loads of laundry and watched a couple movies my sister insisted I had to see. In other words, I am really wishing I was reading a shorter book, or a different one.
Actually, Saint Francis is not terrible, even for an atheist reader like me. In fact, after reading Howard’s book I found myself musing about how Carla and Del would react if their sons had been a bit more like Francis. The boys in Rope & Bone, Carla’s son and Del’s sons, seemed to be doing almost the same sort of mad soul-searching and poverty-laden wandering. Still, the books my brother brought over are calling to me, and all the ones I had intended to read next. So, my goal is to be done with reading Kazantzakis tonight, and maybe I can also start on another book tonight, preferably a short one.