Sadly, it seems I do 75% of my yearly reading during our April beach trip. I read during the entire 12-hour drive there, as much as possible during the week, and then every second of the 12-hour drive home. I read like it's my job...it's a non-stop reading extravaganza. And thank God I don't get car sick, or I might not actually finish a book the entire year.
Last week I managed to plow through Bringing Up Bebe, and I would highly recommend. Despite all the controversy and hubbub re: French parenting vs. American parenting, this is a fantastic book... You will for sure glean something helpful from it regardless of your stance on the matter. I promise. I also finally finished Blood, Bones & Butter (my "raging love affair" with this book started in February and was then stalled by, well...life). It was worth the wait. That book is magic. Raw and honest and poetic and inspiring. I loved ever single page (well maybe not the page about the rat in behind Prune, but I loved all the other pages).
The one thing I always wish I had more time for is reading. It is truly at the tippy top of my list of happy makers, and yet it somehow always (always) falls by the wayside (save that blissful voracious week of reading in April). The stack of books and magazines next to my bed is groaning -- a little neglected leaning tower of temptation. No matter that there's so much un-read material sitting there all forlorn, I still have a perpetual "to read" list going in my little day planner.
Here's what's currently on it: Twyla Tharpe's The Creative Habit, anything about Helen Frankenthaler, and (while technically more of a photo book) Belgian Architects and Their Houses.
How often do you guys get to read? Is finding time for it as tough a nut to crack for you as it is for me? Oh and what are you reading of late?