I love to read.\r\nAll my life, it\u2019s been my No. 1 hobby, among the first things I list when asked about my passions.\r\nThere have been, on many occasions, entire weekends where I do little else \u2014 eschewing any and all intrusions (all that pesky talking, eating and bathing) to devour multiple books in one sitting.\r\nWhich is why it\u2019s such a enormous bummer that I don\u2019t seem to be able to do it anymore.\r\nFirst, there\u2019s my complete and utter lack of time \u2014 it\u2019s been over a month since I had two consecutive days off.\r\nBut even more annoyingly, my attention span just seems to be shot.\r\nI can barely make it through a 22-minute episode of \u201cFlea Market Flip\u201d on Hulu without getting distracted. No sooner are they off to turn a broken barrel into a bar or make a chicken coop coffee table (oh, how I wish they\u2019d stop doing both) than I\u2019m staring off into space, or scrolling through the mindless abyss that is the internet.\r\nClearly, I can forget focusing long enough to make a dent in the ever-growing pile of unopened novels by my bed. I\u2019ve been on Chapter 1 of Margaret Atwood\u2019s \u201cBlind Assassin\u201d for going on three months.\r\nI\u2019m telling you, it\u2019s unnatural.\r\nSo I\u2019m calling myself out, ladies and gentlemen. Declaring my non-reading loserdom to the world. Shaming myself before the civilized masses, in an effort to return to my bibliophile roots.\r\nLike a literary Stella, I want to get my book groove back.\r\nLuckily, I have my annual Long Family Trip to Watoga coming up \u2014 a weekend where we rent some cabins and enjoy the great outdoors for a few days.\r\nWell, they enjoy the outdoors. I read. Inside, and away from the bugs.\r\nOr at least, I used to.\r\nBut the raw material to get going again is there. Three whole days off work. No wireless service. No Hulu, Amazon Prime, HBO or Netflix.\r\nNo Lara Spencer in short shorts weighing in on someone\u2019s farm sinks-cum-side tables.\r\nPut simply: Nary a distraction in sight.\r\nJust me, the wooden walls and some words.\r\nThe trouble now is which books to bring.\r\nI mean, this is a big deal. I need the right reads.\r\nSo far, I\u2019ve got \u201cOhio\u201d by Stephen Markley lined up, along with Tana French\u2019s latest, \u201cThe Witch Elm.\u201d\r\n(That\u2019s when you know it\u2019s bad \u2014 when it takes me seven months to read a new one by French.)\r\nI\u2019ll also be taking Kate Atkinson\u2019s \u201cTranscription,\u201d for sure. (She\u2019s one of my faves).\r\nThat sets me up with one per day.\r\nIn the past, only packing three books for a whole weekend would have sent me into a panic.\r\nBut these days, when I resemble no one so much as Dug from \u201cUp\u201d \u2014 \u201cSquirrel!\u201d \u2014 I think it\u2019s a pretty good place to start.\r\n\r\nKatie McDowell is a copy editor\/lifestyles writer\/lapsed bookworm. Email her with your book recommendations or to discuss the awfulness of wagon-wheel furniture at firstname.lastname@example.org.