Funny piece on people who read more than one book at a time. What if your books got jealous of your promiscuous reading habits?

“So where have you been all night? I’ve been here, with that Barnes & Noble bookmark stuck on page 135, just waiting for you to come back.”

“Well, I … uh … I had to stay late at the office.”

“Again? That’s the third night this week.”

This is definitely me – I often have 3, 4, even 5 that I’ve started. I tend to then narrow down to 1 or 2 for a few days and finish them, then pick up on the old ones, add a couple new ones, and start the process again. At the moment I am somewhere in the middle of the following:

Song Yet Sung, by James McBride

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World Without End, by Ken Follet (I got almost to the end and have stalled for weeks reading other things)

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The Battle for Spain, by Antony Beevor

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La Biblia del Barro, Julia Navarro

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Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino (reading it in Spanish though)

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And Seneca’s Essays (which are perpetually open, in an almost “personal bible” sort of way)

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So who would be jealous of whom? Italo Calvino might look down on World Without End. But Seneca would think the idea of jealousy a petty waste of time.

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