On Thursday night I finished Jonathan Lethem's Chronic City (I'll post my review in a few days). Friday I was without a book. I had lunch with some teacher friends (unanimous agreement on the loveliness of summer break); of course I had a book in my purse (Anthony Trollope's The Prime Minister). But, here's the thing: I couldn't settle into a new book. I had readerly restlessness. You know, that restless feeling you get when you've finished a book (Chronic City was over 400 pages) but you can't quite decide what to read next.
I was like a dog who couldn't decide just where to lie down; I just kept circling and circling. I've read several big, fat books recently, and I have a few more lined up--but none of them felt quite right. You should see the piles of books scattered throughout my house: on the desk, the bedside table, even on the floor. Maybe short stories? Nah. How about my one, true love: Trollope? Not right now! Aargh!
Finally I got it--the right book. I picked up Rock Island Line by David Rhodes. Hmmm. This has been sitting on my TBR pile for a couple of months.....I opened the book, read the first sentence (a one-paragraph sentence--I felt like a brook trout being pulled by a dazzling lure). Finally, my book restlessness is over.
Do you get readerly restlessness? We bookish people seem to feel compelled to be in a book at all times--do you take time off from reading? Do you ever get that restless feeling that you just don't know what you want to read? What did you do the last time you suffered from readerly restlessness?