I was in a situation a couple months ago where I remembered that I have a BA in English Literature. Is that really something to forget about yourself?1
I just feel so far out of that world, because I don’t read anymore. I haven’t since I started grad school. 2
I have a million good reasons to read fiction, but mostly I just miss it terribly.
I’ve said things like this before, but haven’t done much about it. I can’t say everything is different this time, but some things are different and I want to try again to get back into reading.
I’m publicly setting the very reasonable goal of one book a month (privately I’m setting a far more ambitious goal, because I’m a crazy perfectionist with unrealistic expectations of myself).
I have a list and the first up is, Never Let Me Go, which I have been carrying around for months. I’m going to read it and then I’m going to watch the movie and then I’m going to tell you how much I loved them both. That is my prediction anyway. Wish me luck!