So, I opted for the slender Muriel Spark over the hefty Luminaries, but now I'm finished this and back to being between books, free to start The Luminaries whenever I like. But it's actually going to necessitate finding a different work bag! Excuses, excuses... The sad thing is I really want to read it and think I will like it a lot, but it's such a thought. It might take me months to finish and I'll have to carry it to and from work for all that time... Maybe now I'm starting to understand why people get Kindles! But I just don't think seeing progress through a fat book as a numerical percentage (rather than a visual chunk of pages read) would be nearly so satisfying. I think I will read The Luminaries next after all. I can do it!
Honestly, though, the thought of that extra weight in my bag makes me want to cry. Man, I'm tired. I'm going through a phase of realising/accepting that my heart is making the stupidest little things stupidly hard. Stupid heart. I tried to get a couple of days off as annual leave next week but those meanie organ grinders at the subtitling mine (talk about mixed metaphors) wouldn't let me have any of them. Yawn! I hope I'm not about to fall apart again :(