Regretfully, I have lost interest in and put aside reading the remainder of The Lord of the Rings trilogy. (I'm so sorry, Hamlette.) I do not know if it is the genre or what, but I could not feel excited about it. I think I wanted to feel that way, like everyone else in my life - like my kids and my close friend - but it never happened. So I put it aside, and maybe I will try another time.
I am still not even halfway through with City of God, but I will keep chugging along; however, come April, I may have to begin the next book on the WEM list, even if I am not done with Augustine, which may or may not be a good idea. I did finish Little House on the Prairie, a few books I am reading with my kids, and a couple thin books about Charlotte Mason education. Currently, I am reading Mason's fourth book, Ourselves, and I picked up Jane Austen The World of Her Novels, by Deirdre Le Faye, and have been casually reading. (I believe I learned of this one from Hamlette.)
It seems this year I am more interested in rereading books that I know and love. And since I have been obsessed with Charlotte Mason, I am reading and studying everything on her philosophy, and reorganizing my whole next school year, which is months and months away. But that is where all of my heart is, and so I have not been a very dutiful book blogger. Plus, I am always busy with homeschooling, driving kids to (fill in the blank), and taking care of my family.
And then . . .
I saw Fanda's Zoladdiction and thought,
Hmmm . . . I'd really love to reread Germinal again . . .
See how I get into conundrums?
Well, for now, I am still here, but not very active. Hope to get out of my slump soon. Until then, happy reading.