After yesterday’s post, I think that, in the interest of Honesty, I should tell you, O Reader, that I do not faithfully read the books stacked at my bedside. While almost all of them are books in the process of being read by me, I don’t want you to think that I am some sort of Reading Fiend or truly Fabulously Spiritual or even Really Smart.
It occurred to me today that one might draw one of the above conclusions from the previous post. We wouldn’t want that.
The truth is that I do Love To Read. The truth is also that I am indeed in the process of reading all of those books. The truth is, furthermore, that I am Far Too Busy to make much progress in any of them.
Hence the extraordinary number of them.
I posted what I posted because I suddenly noticed that I had Very Many books on my nightstand, and this Interested Me, and it seemed a relatively Easy Post, and this was something I was wanting because I was Far Too Busy last night to write a– shall we say– more Challenging One.
I would love it, I think, if people thought I was a Reading Fiend, or Fabulously Spiritual, or Really Smart. But, in the end, I would rather tell the Truth. Hence this post. Today. Right now.
I am still interested, however, in what you are reading. Thank you, O Readers Who Wrote, for responding.
That is all.