Mark O’Connell has an interesting post in his New York Times blog, Page-Turner, where he confesses, guiltily, to being a “promiscuous” reader. He admits to loving reading too much, of starting new books before finishing the ones he has started, and having a “precarious column of half-read paperbacks” on his nightstand.
I fear that, much like O’Connell, I’m promiscuous too. I’ve never had more than three books going at once; my average is two. To be fair, I usually do finish a book if it’s good. However, like O’Connell, if a book doesn’t grab me by the first couple of chapters, I’m out. Life’s too short to waste time reading bad books (unless I’m getting paid to review them).
What about you? Are you a monogamous, one-at-a-time reader? Or are you a literary swinger, in and out of relationships with several partners at once?