Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Morbidly Thinking About Books
Today I was in Barnes & Noble, just innocently browsing, when I was struck by a thought that occurs to me occasionally. I will never ever finish everything I want to read before I die. Never. I won't even finish everything in my house before that happens. When I'm struck by this thought-bolt, I, ironically, find it hard to read at all. Nothing interests me because I think, "What if by choosing to read Bleak House, I'm making it so that I will never read The Left Hand of Darkness, which I might like better?" Each decision I make to read or not to read a book seems vitally important then. Maybe reading Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day isn't the best reading choice after all. Or maybe it is because it makes me laugh.