I can’t tell you how surprised I am to find that it is nearly the end of October already. Or Sunday of a new week for that matter! On the one hand, I don’t feel like I can say that my life is really that busy, but on the other, time flies by so quickly, that I wonder how I’m ever going to fit everything in. I really hate the feeling that something is always hanging over me that I really need to get to, but it seems every time I get something crossed off the list, something new pops in to takes its place. And in my state of half-avoiding, half-doing the things I know I should, I don’t seem to manage to get to the things I actually want to do either.
All this to say I’m a bit disappointed that I’ve only just managed to finish two books in the month-plus since I last posted. And the one (the thick, heavy book) was a disappointing read at that! As I had vacation the second week of October, I had hoped to accomplish more than that, but at least on the reading front it wasn’t to be.
I’m not sure how to get out of this slump. I have decided to spend a little time every day working on something I’m avoiding/know I should do and a little time each day to do something I want to do but put off because other things need doing more. That should hopefully help a little bit with the time side of things.
As for the actual reading, I think I need to get back to my planned “Great Books” reading from early this past summer. After La Commedia Divina, I felt that I needed to take a break from weighty texts, but my forays into more contemporary novels have been less exciting. It’s not that I expected anything great of the books I was reading—I knew going in that they were not exactly award-winning selections—but I had hoped to at least loose myself to the story, and for the one at least that did not happen. So many people are scared away from the “classics,” but my experience is that these tried-and-tested stories are often so much more engaging or worth the effort than many of the more recent efforts I have picked up. (This is general, not absolute, and unduly influenced by the fact that most of the more contemporary novels I’ve read have been the lighter side of fiction rather than the type that requires active reading.)
I’ve been informally creating a list of books I’d like to read over the last few months—mostly from the “great books” pantheon—and, given my fondness of lists, I’ve been considering the need to formalize a list for my reading. There’s something attractive in the idea of generating a “100 novels” or “250 classics” list to select my reading from, as Allie and Jillian have done. I think the truth is, however, that I’m too impulsive when it comes to my reading habits—I may start out well, but instead of a nice, feasible 100 books list, I’ll continually add on, and end with an impractical 5,555 books list. I don’t necessarily wish to stick with a “pre-manufactured” list (1001 Books to Read Before You Die, for example) either, for both the same reason, and because I don’t necessarily wish to read all the books on another’s list. I haven’t really decided anything for certain, yet. I may cave in to the lists after all, both to guide my reading and so I don’t forget something I actually want to read. And I really like lists!
In other business, way, way back in August, Kinna of Kinna Reads was lovley enough to pass on the “One Lovely Blog” award to me. I’m afraid I’ve been more-or-less away from the blog since then, inconsistent blogger am I, but thank you very much, Kinna!