I’ve been in a reading quandary lately. I finished Tracks (the story of Robyn Davidson walking across a large chunk of Australia) weeks ago and haven’t really felt like reading anything since. I have gotten all caught up on the magazines and even finished one of the Harper’s before the better half even started it.
I mentioned this problem to the better half and he suggested that I read one or some of the books from his Educator Classics library. He finally has a full set of these children’s classics after scouring eBay and other online sites. I’ve decided that given the choice between The Chekhov Omnibus or The Swiss Family Robinson (the Chekhov was next in my pile) that the castaways have to be next. I figure I’ve lived a goodly amount of time so far without having read Chekhov and I can go a little bit longer.