Where I haven’t made any change? I was hoping to read more graphic memoirs and fiction, but not yet. That’s partly because I’m also trying to read more often from my own shelves, and I haven’t been buying these in recent years.
But it’s partly because I’ve fallen hard into the literary fiction habit. As a percentage, the graphic reads barely register over there. Those mystery and sci-fi series aren’t creating much of a distraction.
And that stack? The mysterious stack? Five books have wriggled their way out of it and into my actual reading.
Mind you, I did manage to start and finish George Perec’s A Void (1969; Trans. Gilbert Adair, 1995), which my niece loaned me (abandoned here?) almost ten years ago. If I had actually started when she left it, and read only a tenth of a page every day, I’d’ve finished at roughly the same time.