Up until May I was doing pretty well with my reading list. In fact, I was (amazingly) ahead of schedule, which pretty much never happens in any area of my life.
The books I read in April were:
Organized Simplicity by Tsh Oxenreider
This was my second time reading this little gem, and I’ll probably continue to use it every year when I do my big spring cleaning projects. I love it because it’s both thought-provoking and practical. It includes lists for de-cluttering, cleaning, and organizing each area of the home, as well as tips and ideas on simplifying your life in general. I’m also a regular reader of her blog, Simple Mom. It’s a short read, and well worth the time.
The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin
So I started this book fully expecting to love it. I’d had it on my to-read list for quite a while, and the idea of a happiness project was so intriguing to me (and still is, really). Unfortunately, I felt like a lot of her ideas were weird and/or shallow, although the book was well-written. To be totally honest, although I appreciated her honestly, I pretty much finished the book with the impression that the author was self-centered. It wasn’t a total bomb, but definitely not what I was expecting.
And then in May I don’t know what happened, exactly. I read a ton of books, more than any other month this year, but none of them were on my list. I was on a fiction kick, and pretty much read whatever I could get my hands on. Some were great, some just mediocre, but it was kind of nice to read purely for the enjoyment and relaxation of holding a book. Reminds me of my younger years when I would get totally absorbed in a book for days (or hours, depending on the length of the book). Unfortunately, my old bones don’t particularly appreciate staying up till 2am to finish a book anymore….
Anyway, I’m back on track for June, in the midst of Don Quixote and My So-Called Life as a Proverbs 31 Wife.
I keep asking myself how on earth I’ve never gotten to Don Quixote before now. It’s funny. And also about ten million pages long, which is a little intimidating and drags up thoughts of The First American. (Shudder.)