The books are piling up again.The physical ones on the bedside table; the library queue; the e-bookshelves on which reside the novels impulse-purchased from bed, begun and then forgotten in one insomniac night.My eyes, always, bigger than my attention span.I'm contemplating the year's midway point, my book-a-week commitment, the number of pages between here and 26.
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