It seems writers and publishers have as well – there are so many new collections on the shelves and more to come. My books-per-month count may be way down but I have found a new appreciation for essays and short stories. I admire those who have been able to embrace a Pandemic pause in their lives to devour bigger books and more pages than ever. Due to the mood, there is a prevalent sense of disappointment &/or frustration from an inability to focus on reading with the ease we have in the past. Conversations I’ve had with fellow readers have reflected this. There definitely seems to be a general malaise afoot as 2022 gets rolling. Gemma Correll‘s illustration, “Is this the most January January ever?”, made me laugh. Is it? Still? A new year? I’m hanging on to the “new” in New Year and its associated sense of optimism and hope for as long as I can!
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