I do not understand why I cannot finish The Brothers Karamazov. It is not a bad book. There is one noble creature to root for. There is intrigue. There is danger. There will be a mystery if I could just bloody get to it.
I am packing to go to Washington tomorrow and I looked at the book I just started and I looked at my big, fat copy of Brothers. I must finish it.
People of the Book was supposed to be my lunchtime book. But it was so good that I brought it upstairs to read this weekend. Last night, I dropped The Zookeepers Wife into my bag to carry around. Trade paperback, about the right size. This could go on forever.
Maybe I’m just going to not have a “carrying around” book.
That’s not going to work.
I just downloaded The Brothers Karamazov to my Kindle. I just paid for a book twice to make myself finish my “summer epic”.
This had better work.