Sounds like a nasty combination, doesn’t it? Unless you like that sort of thing, I suppose. As many of you know, I am slowly, and I mean slowly, working my way through The Stand. It’s long, and sometimes a bit bland (in my opinion, of course), but it’s not the only thing that I am reading. I am also reading The Egg and I, an absolutely wonderful, short book full of truth, humour, nostalgia, and life lessons. It’s a book that my grandfather gave me many years ago, and I have read it more than once.
It’s a tale about a woman who is taught to follow her husband’s dreams, and this particular woman’s husband dreams of raising chickens in the middle of nowhere. Her wit and intelligence cause me to chuckle to myself. Sometimes I even have to put the book down to let out a nice “guffaw”. I couldn’t recommend this book enough, but I’m guessing it’s not easy to find. If you can’t find that, try Dove. That one’s not about chickens, or doves for that matter, but it’s still a favourite of mine.
On my night table, I also have a book of Gary Larson comics, some fantasy book that I can’t remember the name of, and a book by Mary Stewart from her Crystal Cave series. I generally have more than one book on the go, and I pick which one I want to read based on my mood. But once in awhile, I will have a few books going that just do not mesh well together. This is the case with Stephen King and Betty MacDonald. Instead of peas and carrots, it’s more like peas and maple syrup. A mess of slops that leaves your brain yelling insults at your mouth.
Both books are good. In fact, both books are extremely enjoyable. One is about a religion-themed apocalypse, and the other is about a woman who hates chickens. The two books do not complement each other. They do not have the same style, tone, or even genre. It’s my fault for reading too many books at once, but usually I find ways to enjoy them both. If I am busy with other things, the lighter read will do. If I am at home and the rain is pounding its fists against my windows, the heavier read is appropriate. I can sink into either one like a warm bath if the timing is right.
But not with these two. I am finding it extremely difficult to stay focused on one and not the other. It probably doesn’t help that I have read one of them multiple times, and the other never before. I’ve never had this much trouble with reading two books at once and I find it strange. It makes reading a bit daunting. I’ve crossed-over between genres and styles and so on a million times before. I suppose I will just have to focus on one and finish it before continuing the other. Unless anyone else has a better suggestion.
Have you ever read two (or more) books at once that just didn’t work together at all? What were they, and how did you fix it?