Turns out, I’ve started this book, Father Elijah, about four times. But my exposure to the blue-screen, brain-freezing iphone makes me jittery when I grab a book.
That’s not to say the book is boring. It isn’t. I just wasn’t ready to commit, I guess.
So . . . just for the record, this will be my literary pursuit for now. At least the fictional one. I did manage to also hedge myself against my own “one book” policy by diversifying my doctrine into fiction and non-fiction categories.
I know. I know. Neurotic.