The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Mark Twain said that (or something close to it), and it was the first thing I thought of when I contemplated what to write for this first post after my long hiatus.  I don't know how or why I stopped blogging about my reading, but honestly, I have not been very dedicated with my reading over the past six months anyway.  What reading I have accomplished has been quite fragmented and unsettled, like I didn't really know what I wanted to read.  I get this way sometimes.  I can walk into a bookstore with its millions of books, pick up several likely candidates for my next read, and put them all down in disgust as I feel no flicker of interest in them.  And the weirdest thing is, this is often in inverse relationship to the amount of money I have to spend on books -- if I have some gift cards or other disposable income to spend on books, I can't find a single book that interests me enough to even take it off the shelf, let alone buy it.  On the other hand, when I have no book money (or I really shouldn't be spending any money on books, which is not quite the same thing), every book in the bookstore jumps off the shelves and throws itself at my feet, begging me to take it home.

Anyway, I am back, hopefully to great joy and rejoicing (among my 3 followers, at least!) and I am currently reading Lamb by Christopher Moore.  It will be my first review of the new year.

As for the next book on my list, I am in a quandary.  I received a gift card to Amazon from my brother-in-law for Christmas, and I have been perusing my options on my Amazon wish list and on my Kindle app.  But I have shelves and shelves of unread books in my library that I really would like to read also, for the simple reason that I really need to weed out my library, and I hate to get rid of books that I haven't read yet, just because I am likely to never read them.  That feels like a cop-out somehow.  Anyone have any suggestions?