One measly book read in May.
Measly: contemptibly small, meager, or slight;
wretchedly bad or unsatisfactory.
Here’s the deal — I started to read six other books last month
and abandoned them all.
Some were ditched by page four, but I hung in there with one book until page 150.
Just couldn’t take it.
These things happen.
“There comes a time
when you have to choose between
turning the page
and closing the book.”
I closed six books and added the titles to my
“Tried and Found Wanting” list.
So, in my despair, I did what any dedicated reader would do —
I picked up Wendell Berry to restore my soul,
and my faith in a good story.