Obviously I have books on my bedside table. In this case, I have Great Lakes Nature because it is episodic and I read an entry a day or thereabouts. I also have whichever book has struck my fancy at the moment I decide to head to bed. In my bathroom, I laid down The Vagabond by Colette. I think it went in there with me while I turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. But it wasn't the right book for me when I got out of the shower. In the kitchen, I have A Civil Contract because I decided it had been a while since I read Georgette Heyer and Regency-set romances generally help me out of the "inability to choose" state. Didn't seem to work. Beside the computer in the basement, I have The Lacuna, my latest book club book. I can't seem to get past my lack of desire to read it (but I need to since the meeting is coming up) and so it sits abandoned too. In my purse in the car, I have a copy of Ophelia Joined the Group Maidens Who Don't Float because it is hilarious and easy to put down. Facebook and great literature, how can you go wrong? And yet I can't read it straight through because I know it will seem one note if I do that. And so it is my dip into book when I get stopped by a train or a long red light or have to sit at innumerable kid sports practices. Oddly enough, I don't have books sitting by the couches in two of the rooms I like to read most. But I could remedy that later today. At the moment, odds are that all the books I have bookmarks in currently will stay where they are and I will try something else. Call me fickle but don't comment on my decorating technique of strewing books everywhere the eye can see!
Do you read more than one book at a time? Do you leave a shelf's worth of books in your wake?
This past week I haven't finished much (witness the above post!) but I did raft down a wild river with a group of women all struggling with major life decisions and I lived in China with missionaries during some of the most turbulent times in China's twentieth century history.