Differential Interest in Books.

It's so interesting how a mood can strike you, to put down one book and start reading another book again.

I was devouring a Balzac novel, and though I only have a fifth left, I suddenly just wasn't in the mood to read it.

Instead, I picked up the Clive Davis memoir that I had checked out from the library and begun this winter, and all I felt like doing was reading it, and I read it in the morning, and then five hours at the beach, and then again in the evening, and on other evenings since.

It's like I suddenly can't get enough of it!

I'm def. the type of person who has like 3-4 books going at one time, and I hop between them randomly.