Here’s my pile. It’s a fairly random pile, since I could have pulled a number of books that have been orbiting my reading space for a while now (“read me! “no, read me!”) and have had a completely different assortment, but I thought that starting somewhere might be a better strategy for me. Seeing what I have ahead of me as a real, physical entity instead of an amorphous conceptual maybe might actually get me started and on the road to disciplined reading.
I have a few books that I am still in the middle of–Karl Ove Knausgaard’s Autumn, which had been my fall project, now woefully unfinished and out-of-season, the anthology, This Is The Place, and Minna Zallman Proctor’s Landslide, which I’ve already read twice but have promised to write a review of which is also unfinished. I need to read it a third time before beginning to write about it–at least that’s a handy excuse to stall the writing part for a bit longer!
I’m very happy that reading for page numbers gives us the opportunity to read again and to read broadly–articles, journals, newspapers, and maybe even webpages. Probably we should draw the line at cereal boxes, though….but how comforting it was for me as a child to have the same words greet me every morning as I poured Sugar Frosted Flakes (sorry Alison–my poor nutrition of the past!) into my bowl and to have Tony the Tiger pass benevolent approval of my happy munching.
And I am looking forward to this reading journey ahead with all of you.