Books. I'm going to read some.

Sooo, I used to be quite the reading fanatic. In grade school I spent approximately 70% of my time reading books under my desk and not paying attention. The other 30% I spent daydreaming and not paying attention. This is probably why today I am terrible at Trivial Pursuit.


I've fallen off the book bandwagon pretty hard lately because I'm busy. HOWEVER, I have a whole shelf of books that survived the move (as in, I didn't give them away) just waiting to be read. I have decided to force myself to at least start all of them. If they are still boring by page 50 I'm not slogging through the whole thing.



In the past I have tried to alternate between brainy books and fun books. I suffer through some long, dusty literary masterpiece (The Sound and The Fury: I thought I would go mad trying to make sense of that book. Suck it, Faulkner.) and then reward myself with a book intended for pre-teens (The Westing Game: Best Book Ever).


I'm starting with National Book Award winner All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy. We'll see. I hope it is about actual horses, because I don't do so well in cases where, say, the horse is a metaphor for something else. I'm thinking, that was a book about nice horses! Meanwhile, the NYTimes book review is all, "the horse figure acts as a stand in for her absent father and indicates that the central character has broken free from her oppressive childhood..."






Keep an eye out for my book review. Probably it will be like, "Whee! Horses!" But I might throw some big words in there just to impress everyone.