Rumors of My Death

The current incarnation of Sadie Belle is not dead, nor does she sleep, she has just been monumentally lazy about reading and writing this year. I don’t know what to tell you, except that I go through phases of my life wherein I choose actually to live it, rather than read about someone else’s, and that has been my story for the last several months. Trying to achieve balance, symmetry, inner peace, blah, blah, blah, I would like to learn to be able to do both: live and read. My woefully inadequate reading log this summer has encompassed only the last two of Stieg Larsson’s The Girl Who… series. While I enjoyed these books and particularly liked the development and characterization of Lisbeth Salander, I found the plots to become increasingly not believable. All three of them, however, make excellent beach reading material. I read about 100 pages of a book called The Darwin Conspiracy by John Darnton but was never able to develop enough interest to commit to it. I also checked out numerous library books that languished on my night stand for weeks, nay months, at a time without ever being opened. Currently half way through Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel, I finally seem to be committed to finishing an entire book. If I haven’t jinxed myself with that statement, I’ll be back in a week or two with a review of Wolf Hall. If I have, I’ll only commit to being back before I’m dead.