Stuck Between a Rock and a Hardback

At the moment I am reading two books, something that I tend to stay away from.  I am a bit OCD when it comes to reading, well actually, when it comes to life but that is a different story.  Anyway, I read my books one at a time and I stick with them until the bitter end, always.  But for the last few weeks I have been reading more than one thing and I find that it makes me anxious.

My mother received a Kindle for Christmas and so she and I decided that we would read one of the many free classics together.  We decided to tackle Middlemarch.  Now I say tackle only because it is long.  I have to wonder about this because I have read many long books and loved them but I still always react the same way when I see such a huge page count - ugh.  Anyway, I read somewhere that it was Virginia Wolfe's favorite book and I adore her so...  Off we go!  Now my mother works and has a life so I knew I would probably be ahead of her with some time to spare and since I want to share the experience with her instead of just checking in when we were both done I decided to read other books as we go.  It isn't that I don't like Middlemarch, in fact I find that I like it very much, but it all seems like I have read it before.  Girl falls for guy thinking he is one thing when he is really another, she doesn't notice the other men around her that are falling all over themselves for her, the snobby girl wants the man she thinks is rich but who we know is poor, blah, blah, blah.  But actually this familiarity doesn't make it easier to take breaks without losing track of the plot entirely.  And the fact that I am reading it with my mother means I will stick with it no matter what.

 

On a side note, one of my New Year's Resolutions was to stop buying books until I had read most of the many I bought last year - it is a sickness.  I made it six days - I sickness I say!  But I have also started to utilize our library since I take Darren there a lot.  Last week i picked up Stephenie Meyer's The Host - another big book.  Knowing that many people loved it but that I would never buy it.  I am about a hundred pages in and she is already annoying the crap out of me and I have even told her to Fuck Off in one part.  So now I am stuck with two huge books, both that I have to finish, and yet neither is drawing me in.  My solution: go buy some Bolano (Again, it is a sickness) to make me feel less dumb and more inspired.  Although reading three books might send me in to a tail spin...