i am reading again: i mean
 
saw a huge display a few weeks ago

of Agatha Christie books and considered reading her again — have wanted to read her novels in order, as it is not how I read them. And I’ve read them all. Yet haven’t done it.  Perhaps because I read her books in between other books as a reprieve. But I guess there is only one way to find out, right?

all right, done: picked

Come, Tell Me How You Live, a “very little book, full of everyday doings and happenings.” As written by her in the Foreword. It is a sketch, diary-like, of a time in her life — about archeological digs with her second husband, who was an archeologist. Will see if I enjoy it as much as I did decades ago. Then will begin the reading in order …

if i can manage such discipline! 

hmmm, but the book is still non-fiction. good grief.
oops! add to the stack Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit.

WHAT. ON. EARTH.

with these non-fiction books … perhaps because of the flummoxing?