Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I am enjoying a book from one of the Little Libraries in my neighborhood. A mystery, not great, but nicely distracting. I ordered four books online today, but they are going to take two weeks at least. I don't feel like being informed or dazzled by novelistic prose right now. Too challenging for me. I tend to only like reading mysteries, non-fiction, and biography and memoir. I can read poetry as well, and short stories. I have a fat book of Lydia Davis essays, but though if it contained her short stories I'd read it in a heartbeat, essays take too much brain power right now. I really yearn for books by authors I've known and loved in the past, but there are no new books by those people right now, partly because it's summer and generally only beach reads come out. I tried reading a couple of those when I was taking care of my daughter, but they are so predictable and Hallmarky. Same with romances. I get embarassed by them even as I see the formula and know the plot. I tell myself I'm better than that, though I don't know what's better about mysteries. Oh, well, I have a paperback for the next couple of days, so I can entertain myself while social distancing. Ugh.