Sunday Salon: Reading (or not) when sick

It's the second week where I have to admit to not having read very much. Last week it was because I had suffered so with that book (I still haven't managed a review for it either) that I avoided reading at every turn. Wonder if that's how reluctant readers feel when faced with their English class' homework? This week it is because I have felt so darn sick and miserable (much whining already posted here so I'll refrain from too much more) that I just didn't even care to read. It is no fun to be so dreadfully incapacitated. And now that I am feeling the tiniest smidgeon of humanness eke back into my limbs (ignore the hacking cough and the background-variety headache), I am examining my book stash and deciding what to attack first. I have three books that still have bookmarks in them, two from months and months ago. Do I read them first? Do I dive back into the review book stash and knock some of those out? Or do I just read randomly as the spirit moves me, flitting from comfort read to comfort read as I try to get my reading mojo (and my generally disgustingly hearty health) back? I did allow myself the indulgence of reading Laughter on the Stairs by Beverley Nichols, the second in his Merry Hall trilogy while I was ill since I knew it would be a pleasing and gentle, easy read. Nothing lovelier for a feverish, distracted reader than escaping into Nichol's charming english country house and garden. At least it offered me pleasant reveries during what could otherwise have been virally inspired nightmares.