At the moment, I'm reading a number of books at the same time:Navigation, A Newcomer's Guide by Sara Hopkinson
Story of O by Pauline Réage
Edie, An American Biography, by Jean Stein with George Plimpton
Multihull Voyaging, by Thomas Firth Jones
Clemente, published by the Guggenheim Museum, N.Y.I've been finding it hard to focus on just one. I get restless and impatient. I want to consume all that each book contains, all at once. I feel a weird frustration at not being able to do so. I read a few chapters, then move onto something else. Later, I might come back to it. It's unusual for me, and a little irritating, but it's better than reading nothing. My jittery sense of urgency comes from realising how wide the gaps in my knowledge are. I once read a magazine interview with Vivienne Westwood, who pointed out that everyone is so concerned about what they put in their bodies but they don't give a thought to all the junk they allow to seep into their consciousness. The last thing I want is an accidental mind.