March was an unusually slow month. These numbers are slightly skewed, as I’m still working on three books that will probably end up added to April’s count.
Either way, I’m finally making my way through some of the books that have been on my shelves for years, and it’s great to see those stacks steadily shrinking.
I think the reason for not reading is much is that I didn’t have much energy–between falling ill and having visitors over, I should probably be relieved I even made my monthly minimum of five books.
My choice in books didn’t help. Aside from Rachel Hawkins’s novels, all of the above went slowly for me, for very different reasons. Given my defunct attention span, though, the YA vs. adult factor is probably a significant one. I can’t remember the last time I blazed through an adult novel the way I regularly do with YA. Is that difference as blatantly obvious for anyone else?