Three books on the go at once is never a good thing
As you can probably gather from the amount of posts expounding on how glamourous, hectic and beautiful my life is below, I have no time for reading anymore. Wolf Hall has fallen out of favour and lies neglected by my bedside, it's complicated Tudor family connections too much to pick up for five minutes of an evening. I love Wise Children, although am depressed that I have read it before and cannot remember a thing about it. Wonderful though.
I have begun to pick up Russell's A History of Western Philosophy now and then. I'm enjoying reading something factual; it is very interesting, although sometimes it suffers from the same complexity that I find plagues Henry James... you get to the end of the paragraph, and they write "so that was the point, you see," and you realise that you have no idea what the point is, or what Orphic means, and you wonder why you try and read this shit in the first place.