Several years ago I had a great deal of time to read. Most of this was done in my cars, waiting in carpool lines or at bus stops for grandkids. This was also going on at the same time that I was going to numerous doctors’ appointments for myself, my husband and sometimes, others. I carried a fair-sized purse, and at times a very large one, and would carry a book with me.
As for in the cars, beside the tissues, handy wipes, etc., I always had colored pencils and coloring books/game books, and books for the kids’ reading levels…and books for MY level.
At one point I realized that I had more books in my one car than many people had in their homes.
And during all of this time and with all of these books, I found that I often did not finish them.
In earlier days I used to be a stickler for sticking with books to the bitter end.
Not that these books in the cars were, for the most part, less than entertaining; I’d just be in the other car where I had left the one I was into, or started another one in the house because the ones I had been reading were in the cars, and then the ones I started in the house went out to the car and well, didn’t get back in, so I would start another.
Sometimes, I simply could not find the one which I started in whatever car I happened to be in; it would end up being under a seat, put into a bag with other supplies, moved to the trunk or taken into the house by a ‘helpful’ family member. (I would put said books for myself and kids in a zippered vinyl document case; these were often put into trunk when more kids than normal piled into the car.)
So often, I would pick up anthologies, (books or literary magazines), of short stories so that I could finish one or more in a wait or two, depending on the time.
The thing is, when I would find and start reading ‘started’ books weeks or months after I left off, I would still remember the storyline, even if two or three other books had been started/read in-between times, and/or I had read the numerous stories short stories.
Sometimes, I get characters names confused with the characters of others, but much like I do when calling a child/grandchild by the wrong name, I really do know who they were. (This happens most often with cozy mysteries.)
I still have not finished nor know the whereabouts of several books I have started reading.
Now I find myself in the same pickle with my Kindle. When I used the Kindle on a tablet, it would be anywhere around the house or in a large purse. I stopped carrying that weight, (and now the tablet has died), but the Kindle on my phone is alive and well… and is full of started stories.
More often than not anymore, though, I start and stop books because I am researching authors to interview. As interesting as the stories may be, I find myself stopping because of time constraints.
(I have to admit that many a free or .99 download had proved to be a life-saver because I have made more than one mistake of not researching an author before inviting them in, and number of those books never get finished. “Look inside” feature on Amazon is also very helpful.)
But I am making myself go back and read more, FINISH more of the started books.
And I am so glad that I have.
How about you? Are you a book polygamist? Have you had ‘car books’, or book that you leave to read in a certain place, (office, bedroom, etc.?) Can you play catch-up quickly with more than one storyline?