The kids and I did listen to two books though. The first, The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, was one that all of us had read previously. Now I freely admit that audio books are a tough sell for me so take my opinions with a grain of salt. I didn't love the narrator on the audio. And having read the book already, I know that it wasn't the book itself that was irritating me. I think it was the reader's voice. But if that was a minor irritation, the second book, The Maze Runner by James Dashner, provided major irritation. I had high hopes but found it duller than ditch-water with characters who are supposed to be highly intelligent but in actuality are slower than molasses in January. It was painful to listen to a book so incredibly boring, an opinion with which my daughter concurred. My boys thought it was interesting though so I guess that tells you who the better target audience is. (We actually finished the second book on the five hour drive back from the cottage to the airport to come home again.) So two audiobooks and two strikes of varying degree.
Once we were actually on vacation I did do some actual physical reading but then got blindsided by the news that my 90 year old grandmother was taken to the hospital after a suspected stroke. Later that same day my parents found out that their beloved dog has cancer. Nothing like an emotional earthquake followed by a nasty aftershock to snuff out any interest in reading. I have since walked out the door several times without a book in hand. I was even unmoved by the selection of books at the airport bookstore, buying one for each of my children but none for myself. Of course, it doesn't help that an overwhelming majority of what was available there was all about vampires. Frankly I wish the publishing world would bury the undead and be done with it. I know that eventually the fog I seem to be living in will lift and I will get back to books, but in the meantime, I'm just going to sit and stare and hope that I can see over the top of these reading obstacles to a time in the future where I am happy to settle down into my comfy chair with a book in hand.
I did read a few books this week in addition to starting and setting aside a slew more. I spent time in Duluth with a father and son as the father told the story of the freighter shipwreck he survived and that has destroyed his life and his relationship with everyone he cared about ever afterwards. I peeked in on a romance kindled on the set of those newfangled movie-things being created out in California. I nurtured an inborn talent for cooking, moving from a restaurant in India to Michelin starred restaurants in France. And I visited Sassy Spinster Farm, where an extended family, cantankerous and loving, lives their lives together.