I really wanted to read a novel tonight. Really. I did. I wanted to curl up in my bed after having a lovely root canal today with a glass of red wine and some fine fiction. I wish that was what happened, but it's not. Doped up on pain killers and with a mouth that felt like it belonged to someone else, I plowed through yet another tedious chapter in yet another psychology text book. Sure, some of it is interesting and it absolutely is important, but it just isn't Michael Chabon, is it. I know it's making me smarter, but I'm a Renaissance kind of girl. I feel like I'm so narrowly focused that I'm missing out. My brain wants to run free in a field of fiction, or maybe even some non-fiction that has NOTHING to do with psychology. I'll console myself with the fact that I am honing my craft and sharpening my mind. Truth is, I'm bored.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Books That I Read
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That was my major complaint about college: no time to ready great books that weren't assigned.
Beth, that's why my undergrad degree was in English. I started out as a Biology major and couldn't stand it. I'm interested to a point and then I get bored. Oooo boy am I bored right now.
Read anything by Philip Roth. The greatest American writer ever. And some of his novels are really (150 pages) short.
I read 5 books on vacation, one chick lit, two non-fiction about Muslims, one fiction about Muslims, and a non-fic about Burma. and now it's back to my third reading this month of Pride & Pred.
Have you read The Yiddish Policemens Union yet?
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