I have no less than 10 titles sitting at my bedside right now. All of them (except one) are library books. I read a chapter in one, put it down and then read a chapter in another and put it down. I am trying to find something that grabs my attention. Meanwhile, I also have required reading in the form of a book I need to read for a leadership retreat I am attending. The worst part is--the required reading is the book I dread the most.
Some of the topics on my bedside are about wine drinking, a memoir of a Pakistani boy growing up in the west, Antartica, a memoir about living in Rome, a memoir of entering cooking contests, a spiritual manifesto of sorts, and a book on how to read tarot cards. The winner for now seems to be the memoir about the Pakistani boy. Too bad the library makes me return all these in three weeks.