Hi, I’m Leah, and I read too much. I read across genres, and usually multiple books at a time. I love the thoughts those books awaken in my head, and that's what I'm writing about here.
In a given month I will go from family saga to crime novel; then I‘ll finish a science book in two days or postpone finishing it for multiple years. I have a real problem turning down a book if someone I trust recommends it to me.
So that is what this is: my small and quiet place for a habit that got out of hand a long time ago.
Back in the day, Victorian novels were split into three volumes, but not for artistic reasons. It was simply the format that made sense at the time. Readers didn't have enough money to buy a full book, and lending libraries, like Mudie's and Smith's, wanted to have books split in three so that they could lend separate parts to different readers at the same time. It's a classic example of how commercial interest influenced artistic expression.
I bought The Slow Regard of Silent Things back when everyone bought it, which is to say, the week it came out somewhere in 2014, along with every other person waiting for the obvious next thing after The Name of the Wind and The Wise Man's Fear.