I have to face it. I just don’t have time to do everything I would like to do. So unless I want to miss out on the things that really matter to me, I have to give up some of the less important activities. Right now, reading is more important to me than writing about my reading. I think that means it’s time to give up writing book reviews.
If I don’t write reviews, then I won’t be able to look back and see exactly what I thought of each book. That makes me sad just thinking about it. But as I was writing my review of The Magician’s Book, it occurred to me that I am just too tired to be doing any kind of real thinking in my spare time. I do nothing at work by think, and by the time I’m done with my workday, my brain is sore. Having a post stuck in the works, as that one was for quite a while, often has the effect of stopping up the whole blog. Days went by and nothing got posted. This blog is very important to me, so that’s not acceptable.
My choice, as hard as it is to make, is that I will only write reviews for books that are part of marathons (the books of Roald Dahl, for example) and books that interest me so much that I want to write about them. I hope this will give me more time for reading, for working on rhymes, and for writing posts about my children. It’s a hard choice, but it’s the right one for right now.