Ever have one of those times where life takes over for a week or so and you don’t read as much? And then you begin to miss and even crave settling down with a good book? And then to overcompensate you become a reading fiend?
That describes my reading over the past two weeks.
During BlogHer, there were only snippets of time to read. There was my Amtrak ride up to New York which I spent re-reading some of the essays in Gravity Pulls You In: Perspectives on Parenting Children on the Autism Spectrum, edited by my friend Kyra Anderson and Vicki Forman, who was deservedly just named as one of Parenting Magazine’s Must-Read-Moms. I knew that several of the contributors (Kyra, Kristen, Christine – do read her post about her boy, his bike, and the tomatoes – and Kristina, to name a few) would be at BlogHer, and I wanted to re-familiarize myself with their words. Our conference days were jam-packed, and the five minutes or so I had before crashing into bed were all I had to read. (And my Amtrak ride home from New York was not conducive to reading at all, thanks to no lights.)
I’ve made up for that in the days since arriving home. It took me until well into Thursday to feel even semi-human again, which I couldn’t understand and really wasn’t expecting. (I mean, I’ve been to big conferences before – AFP in Baltimore this year was even larger than BlogHer – and I wasn’t this zonked for nearly a week later.) Maybe it was a combination of all the walking and dinners being eaten at 10 p.m. and the sensory overload that is New York and BlogHer that made my whole system become out-of-whack and utterly exhausted, but I’m finally feeling back to my regular self.
As such, I found myself tearing through two books this week. It’s very rare for me to start and finish two books in one week, but that’s what happened with my reading of Steve Lopez’s The Soloist: A Lost Dream, an Unlikely Friendship, and the Redemptive Power of Music. I absolutely loved this one, as my review indicates.