"Dubliners" sits on the stack near my desk, cramped with other books. Ignored. Unloved? Perhaps.

I finish the historical fiction (light) I'm reading. I read Cliff Atkinsons "The Backchannel" in preparation for an upcoming keynote. I read all day online.
I enjoy the front of the post card I received. I'm ignoring the back... I haven't "got there" in the book yet.
Resistance?
Joyce sits there. Ignored? Perhaps.
No, not perhaps. While the language of the first two stories was beautiful, I did not find reading a respite that I so love in a book, away from my screen.
Am I an escapist reader? Yes.
Or am I actually cringe from the coldness I feel in the stories? The hardness? I think that is also true.
Will I continue to resist?
Who knows....
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