This is going to sound a bit funny, but something happened about a year and a half ago and I stopped really reading for pleasure. Most of the books I’ve read since then have been mostly tech, and it’s only whenever I can find a few quiet moments. Quite a change from a few years back, where I would just dive into anything I could get my hands on one right after another (including my ’summer of Vonnegut‘).

Anyways - I’ve decided it’s time to clear my head a bit, and start reading again and make way through the massive pile of books that I’ve bought and are gathering dust.

First on the list: The Time Traveler’s Wife.