I quit on a book this weekend and picked up another one.

That might not seem like a lot on a cosmic scale, but it’s kind of a big deal for me. After all, I’m the person who has had several books in the last couple years where I’ve held off judgement until the last chapter hoping for redemption and also damn near hate-read a book just because it was by an author I like. It’s safe to say that I have a lot of patience with books, probably to my detriment.

But on Friday, I finally took some advice I read awhile ago and dropped my current book and picked up another one. The result? I’m tearing through the new book like a man possessed.

The funny thing is, the book I was reading is by an author whom I love, Salman Rushdie. And it’s not that I think it’s a bad book, it’s just not the right book for me right now.

Instead, I picked up a biography and it’s like I’d been revving the engine with the emergency brake on, then popped the brake. I’m off like a shot.

So if you’re out there having a tough time reading, now isn’t exactly the time to practice strict monogamy in your books. Play the field, read a couple at a time. Whatever works for you.

Why do I feel dirty for putting it that way?