Last week, I was in Memphis for the American Booksellers Association’s Winter Institute conference. There was a huge room called the galley room, filled with advance reading copies of books that will be coming out in the months ahead. I found myself wandering the aisles there trying to speculate what would be the next big books that would be sought after by book groups. I brought home dozens to read, and there already are large stacks here at the house. I find myself ruminating on what different groups will select for their discussion as I read.
January is a time for making promises. I could promise to diet, exercise more and get more sleep, but the reality is that each of those promises would be broken pretty quickly. After all, I still am eating Christmas cookies, the arctic weather of last weekend meant that exercise was putting my feet up on the coffee table, and sleep...well, that has been overrated for years in my book.