So, how have I done in my quest to read as many books off my TBR as possible in a month?

In a word: terribly. I read half a book.

Seriously.

HALF A BOOK.

(I mean, that’s excluding the ones at work where I read about twenty so it’s not like I’m NOT reading, but…)

I shall now sing a happy little song, which is called “Where Has All My Motivation Gone?”

I just couldn’t get the concentration. I seem to have time in five-minute bursts, and I just ended up skimming pages, then putting the book down again. I was playing games a lot (they’re easier for me to not-focus on, I think?) and mooching around the internet, and generally not being productive,

BAH.

I want to read, that’s the thing! I want to get into the stories. I just keep finding that I drift off or get antsy or just… dunno. It’s indicative of my general bouncing mood at the moment, though; I’m definitely unsettled.

I’ve got a few days holiday now though, so I’m taking some books with me. Whether they’ll just sit and look pretty or whether I’ll actually read them is another story…