Thursday, July 5, 2018


I feel sorry for The Life of the Skies: Birding at the End of Nature. Not because it’s a bad book. On the contrary, it’s quite good. But it’s the book I was just starting when the shit hit the fan at the beginning of the year. Luck of the draw, I guess.

After our birding trip in September, when a fellow birder highly recommended the book to Tim, I got it for him for his birthday or Christmas or some December holiday. He read it quickly, then passed it to me.

I believe I have taken the book with me to Maryland six times. Most of the time, I read nothing on these trips. I barely read at home since all this happened. I have opted for alcohol and television.

Last night I made it to page 237 (after having to reread most of a chapter). I’m fewer than 100 pages out!

I did sneak an “easy,” poetic book in a couple of months ago. Luckily, chapters in Life of the Skies book can stand on their own.

Maybe soon I’ll be a reader again.


  1. It's no wonder, with everything going on right now, you're not reading much. This book sounds interesting!

  2. Some years ago, I started a book and could not get through it. I put it down for a year, then picked it up again, and enjoyed it. I hope you can do this with Life of the Skies. And at least you don't have to give it back!

    And I keep telling myself that "maybe soon I'll be a reader again." You're in (if I say so myself) good company.

  3. I say this to myself as well while I read Dave Barry essays to fall asleep...someday it will feel right to read again.

  4. You may find reading is easier (and more fun) with a different book. It's possible this one has too many associations for you.