It is MARCH, Y’ALL! I’m proud to say that I’m still rolling right along with my resolution to read 52 books in 52 weeks. Knocked out an easy three with The Hunger Games trilogy and several volumes of Sherlock Holmes stories, which had the benefit of being both easy to read and free. In the “knock you on your ass” category we have The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People (I think I am the last person on the planet to read it) and a volume of Rainer Maria Rilke’s letters called, fittingly, Letters to a Young Poet.
Nine weeks in, I am enjoying myself enormously. My mind feels clearer; my imagination sharper and freer. It’s absolutely made me feel more centered (in accordance with the seventh habit: “Sharpening the Saw”) and stimulated in the best possible way. This has challenged me enough to take the endgame more seriously and commit to what I mentioned earlier: 51 books in 44 weeks and then knocking out Infinite Jest in the remaining eight. I love David Foster Wallace, and that book deserves my full focus. I know I can do it.
What’s on tap right now? A technical art history volume regarding how the pigments of various media were created (ochre! lapis lazuli! …bat guano? Bat guano!), a Harlequin romance novel just for funsies, and I recently found out that my library carries copies of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo trilogy for Kindle. Booyah.
The book that I finished most recently was Lydia, the follow-up to Tim Sandlin’s GroVont trilogy and his earlier book, Western Swing. I won’t give away any spoilers, but I will say this: go read the trilogy if you haven’t. Read Western Swing after that. And then go read Lydia. I will say that I’m an obstinate reader; I willfully ignore what’s coming for maximum shock value and then I reread the book. I almost always read books twice–once for the experience of the plot and once to savor. Lydia knocked me out emotionally in a way I haven’t experienced since I read Garp nearly 10 years ago.
What are y’all reading now?