| | Confession: I didn't read a lot of the books assigned to me in high school. I skimmed and skipped my way through, relying -- as others do -- on thin plot summaries and precanned analysis. For shame, for shame, I know.
I found a copy of The Great Gatsby waiting for me on my end table when I got back to Arcadia. Coincidence, Act of God - I don't know. I was bored, it was hot; I started reading. And y'know what? It's actually pretty dang good.
Summer reading has always been a tricky thing for me. I make a list, buy some books but invariably end up with a stack of incompletes and shrugged oh wells. I used to read voraciously as a kid, but that was mostly cause my parents didn't let me watch TV. Damn that was fucking smart of them. I didn't want to do homework, so the natural thing to do was read.
It's not so simple anymore. Too many distractions, shorter attention span -- whatever. My leisure reading has mostly been limited to the precious private hours before sleep, indulging near a bedside lamp with a stack of pillows four-high. At least, it used to be. The past year: living in a dorm with a roommate and TV? Fuggetaboutit.
Point is I should read more literature. Starting with what I missed in high school, moving on to other stuff. Suggestions?
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| | Posted 5/23/2009 4:27 PM - 37 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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