Sunken

The week exacted quite the toll, this coupled with some family trauma left me but scrapping reading-wise. This changed tonight, I have read over 130 pages of the Kingsley bio, nearly doubling my progress into the hefty tome, geared almost as lit crit rather than risking gossip, as AO Scott noted in last week's Times.
I picked up the new McEwan from the library and have maintained the fidelity of deference.
I am looking forward to returning to the Powell, where my progress was meagre on Wednesday and I switched yesterday back to the bio.