I will confess that I watched three straight hours of SNL clips on Hulu yesterday. Yes, I was entertained but I felt this wet sensation on my shoulders and promptly realized that my brain was leaking out of my ears and dribbling down my neck towards my shoulders. Twas a strange feeling to know that you are losing brain mass and the only thing that you can do is immerse yourself in deep philosophic literature. Did I do that? Nope. Instead, I watched The Office and 30Rock (which were hilarious!)
The whole trouble is setting deadlines for myself so that I can actually focus. When I took British Victorian Novel this past Spring, I had daily assignments for myself that I could feasibly reach in one day. Those little flourescent pink and green tabs kept me on track (for the most part) so that I was able to get the reading done. I was also pretty discouraged when I started reading The Shack a few days ago, got almost half of it done, and realized that I didn't think the book worth finishing. Its theology was just little too much like Oprah's for my tastes.
So, I examine my bookshelf to see what options I have. I could reread Christy by Catherine Marshall. Or, I could read any one of these options:
- Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
- Emma by Jane Austen
- Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller
- David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
- Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Until next time, dear reader.
1 comment:
I want to read blue like jazz also! Could we read it in June and hold each other accountable on it? Plus it is an excuse to get together!
PS Thanks for the grammar correction.
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