Reading May Sarton

Picking this up again. It's been quite some time since I've tried to read it. For some reason, it's one of those books that I have multiple copies of.

I'm wanting to read Anne Truitt's Daybook. I know I have at least two copies of that as well. Alas, they are hiding at the moment even though I've torn the apartment apart twice looking for a single copy.

I feel as if I've gone astray in the reading department. I  keep picking up books from my shelves, seeking something to fall in love with, failing to do so and forcing myself to keep reading at least three quarters before I give up. It's not a lack of attention. It's not lack of choices. I'm seeking something. I just haven't found it yet...