Some readers stick to one book at a time (monogamists?) while others juggle multiple titles (gigolos?). I count myself with the former, but circumstances occasionally conspire to lump me with the latter. This week is one of those occasions.
Just four days ago, finding myself between books, I raided the local library. I came away with a copy of Armada by Ernest Cline. I'd enjoyed his Ready Player One two years ago, and a current student recommended I give Armada a try. I knew I was just getting knee-deep into a book study offered by ISTE, plumbing recently issued standards for ed tech coaches, but the pace and density of that professional text made me feel okay about lining up simultaneous pleasure reading. Two books, I can handle for a while, I thought. That's when a colleague flipped me her copy of Booked, Kwame Alexander's latest sports/verse/realistic-fiction mash up. No way I could delay starting that, right? Sometimes, the reading heart wants what the reading heart wants.
So, here I am now: two chapters into surveying those ISTE standards, 150 pages into Armada (an alien invasion looming), and 40 pages into Booked -- a fitting word to capture the mix of readerly joy and hyperventilation I'm feeling.