I have a reader’s confession to make: When quarantine was first announced, part of me was … excited. The mayor is telling me to stay inside and not interact with other people? It seemed like the perfect scenario for getting through a healthy chunk of my massive to-read pile.
But the appeal sputtered out almost immediately. Any time I opened a book, I’d get distracted. I had a hard time focusing, my mind racing back to vulnerable family members and the ever-rising number of deaths. Between chapters, I’d doomscroll on my phone, only to realize with a jolt that an hour had gone by.