I'm always met with odd looks when I tell people I'm reading more than one book at a time. Right now, I'm reading three.
"How do you concentrate and take anything in?" they ask. "What happens when you find something so good you can't put it down?"
The appeal of compulsive page-turning of the latest Stephen King or Gillian Flynn isn't lost on me. I know what a good read is; I know that thrill of not being able to put something to bed at night - I probably got my first hit when I was about 17 with The Da Vinci Code, which I read cover-to-cover over a weekend.
As time has gone on (and, er, the quality of my reading list has dramatically improved) I've learned the virtues of tackling more than one book at a time. Just like I chose my Netflix shows based on a mood I'm in on any given night - a bit of Chelsea Handler when I need a laugh, maybe watching a bit of Ozark when I need a some Breaking Bad-esque antiheroism - I've taken to doing the same with novels.
Few people understand this is possible. It's thought that different storylines will merge together and you'll never be able to remember what scene came from what literary universe.