I’m in this strange phase at the moment, where reading books sounds like so much fun. So I browse the Barnes and Noble aisles, or borrow from a friend, or grab one of my roommate’s books. And now, since I also have this habit of starting and never finishing, I have a stack of books that I want to read.
A long time ago I read “A Long Way Down” by Nick Hornby, given to me by a friend and coworker. It was the first novel I had finished in a long time, and it’s still one of my favorite books. So for Christmas I asked for more Nick Hornby books, and I got “How to Be Good,” which isn’t nearly as… good.
This phase started with Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar,” which I read over a weekend at my roommate’s cabin. I finished it and loved it so much that I wanted to keep it going.
Next on my list was “The Audacity of Hope” by Barack Obama. I got through the first four or five chapters, but then so badly wanted to start on “Running with Scissors” by Augusten Borroughs. And I did, and read most of the book, but it trailed off toward the last few chapters and I abandoned it.
Then I bought “A Handmaid’s Tale” by Margaret Atwood (which I started and liked, but just never got around to continuing) and “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy after reading an online list of books you should read before you die or something.
At work, I took part in a workshop and got this book “Why Should the Boss Listen to You?” by a guy with a long last name. I figured it might come in handy, being new to the corporate world and all.
Then my psychologist lended to me a book of Billy Collins poetry, which is nice because I can just flip through and choose a poem and I’m set for a bit.
I also bought the play Equus, after reading about Daniel Radcliffe’s current stint on Broadway. That one’s short so I shouldn’t have much problem finishing it.
This is the story of my life. I’m so overwhelmed by the choices and possibilities that I fail to follow through with any of them.
In other news, I have a take-home midterm I need to work on, my bedroom to clean…