I actually read, so I s'pose that is better than my non-reading self of the previous eight days. But still...I did not even come close to my goal of finishing two books and getting through half of Oliver Twist.
Instead of reading OT, I grabbed a Carol Goodman book off of my shelf. I remembered how much I loved her lyrical prose and suspenseful mystery last year and figured that would entice me enough to pick up my reading speed. And it did. I mean, I read nearly 2/3rds of the book in the past three days, which is obviously much more than the zilch I had under my belt prior to this mini reading lockdown.
I may or may not get to finish OT for this month. And I may or may not be finishing John Stuart Mill.
Such is life. I'm trying to be okay with that.