Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I wasn't planning to read this book now. I'm not prepared to read this book now, and I don't really even want to read this book now. But my turn has suddenly come up after having it on hold at the library for more than six months, so I guess I better read it now rather than going to the back of the line again.
That means putting Mr. Mercedes on pause, which I'm reading while I've got The Outsider on pause. I hope nothing else comes up, because I'm going to start losing track of everything.
Also, I hope this one works as a sort of stand-alone, because I only vaguely remember His Dark Materials, and I don't have time to put this one on pause while I go back and re-read that trilogy!.