So many books, so little time.
I’ve spent the past twelve months buried in non-fiction . . . text books, books on drilled down topics, books that teach, share, question. I miss the release and “escape” of fiction. The clock has become my enemy as it doesn’t allow for much personal reading.
I love non-fiction. I’m learning, stretching, and growing. But it’s a different growing and learning than what comes from fiction. If nothing else, I’ve discovered I need a balance between learning/research and losing myself in worlds between book covers.
I’m reaching a milestone birthday this year and Frank Zappa’s quote is really hitting home. There are so many books I have yet to read and the clock is less of a friend going forward.