Practices, potlucks, meetings, conferences, Lord help me, even snow. Time slips by and before you know it, we're facing Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, spring break, Easter, graduation. Only THEN can we relax with summer and break into the pile of books that has been slowly growing over the past months.
I'm totally the opposite.
I'd much rather read during the dark days of fall and long, chilly nights of winter. What else am I going to do, shovel? (*snortchuckle*)
I find myself wishing I had more time to read in the summer, but I make myself feel better by slowly creating an All-Star TBR list. Not just those token books I've picked up over the years that I think I might one day read. No, the biggies. The ones everyone has talked about all summer. The ones I haven't gotten to read because
I'm biding my time until two things happen. A) I finish GoT [only 320 pages left *facepalm*], and B) I can declare it fall. The sooner those two things happen, the sooner I can tackle my All-Star list, which is suspiciously filled with recent YA novels and one sentimental cozy murder mystery.
I. Cannot. Wait.
I'd write more, but I have an adirondack chair outside, this monster book to get through, and one more hour until my evening begins.