Distractions
If I get nothing done this week, it’s all Curtis Sittenfeld’s fault. I started American Wife last night and I’m already 200 pages in. (It helped that I stayed up until 2 a.m. reading.) If you’re a fan of Prep and Man of My Dreams, then be assured that this one is great, too.
I’ve had a run of great luck with books lately. Yesterday I finished Bel Canto. I’ve loved Ann Patchett based on The Magician’s Assistant and The Patron Saint of Liars, but for some reason I skipped Bel Canto. I read it over the weekend for an upcoming book group fell and in love with Patchett’s writing all over again.
I have to say, though, that sometimes when I read a bunch of great books I think, why do I even bother? Why isn’t it enough for me just to read great books, why do I feel I have to try to write them?
Sigh…
oh said,
September 20, 2008 at 12:51 am
There are NOT enough great books. We need them, all of them, more of them. You keep writing because you have stories to tell. But I must agree – reading great books can be a bit distracting, can’t it?