I suspect it's no surprise that I've always been a bit of a bookworm. So, why did I find myself feeling guilty about reading a book in the middle of the day, far from my computer and other devices?
The other day, I was finishing (re)reading a book, T. Cooper's debut novel, Some of the Parts. I actually stepped out of the office and sat in a chair by the window in the front living room and just read. At first, I was uncomfortable and felt like there were a million other things I should be doing. I pushed on, reminding myself that I had a goal in reading that book--it's an ensemble novel, as is the other book I was reading this week--Jodi Thomas' The Little Tea Shop on Main. The unfinished novel I'm working on is an ensemble piece and these two very different books were chosen as my reads to see how other folx deal with multiple protagonists.