So Many Books, So Little Time...

...that could almost be my life's mantra. I'm feeling it a lot more now than I have in the past now that I'm finding less and less time to read. When my boys were smaller, it was so easy. There were days I started and finished a novel in a single day. While I was breastfeeding, while they napped on me, while they played in the grass, there I was, reading as if my life depended on it. The funny thing is I thought I wasn't reading nearly enough and longed for the time when they'd be older and I'd have more time to read. Ha! It's so much more difficult to justify the luxury of the lazy afternoon on the couch with Ann Patchett or Jonathan Franzen than it was when I had the classic excuse of a toddler who liked to use my chest as his pillow as he napped. My list of books I want to read keeps growing and the pace in which I can get through a book is slowing, so my first few posts will look at my favorite books while I catch up on my reading. These will be books I've reread or plan to because even though there are so many books and so little time, some are too good to only read once.