Have I really gone there, reader? I dare say that I have. The Primo Levi bio is too heavy to lug around in my purse, and In Search of Lost Time has acquired a permanent home on my bedside table, my pre-bedtime mainstay. After finishing Indivisible By Four, which I devoured in a frenzy on subways and park benches all across the city, I looked at the copy of Eat Pray Love, that untouched edition that stares at me from my roommate's bookshelf across the room every night, glowing with temptation... I looked at it straight in the cover, and decided "Why not!" Under 300 pages and easy to digest have become the new criteria for my subway reads... Like Weezy once, twice, lots of times said, I'm going in.
Unrelatedly, my new favorite word, which in many ways sums up the first half of my summer, is reprieve . Elaborating on that doesn't have a place on this blog, but applicable to this postponement-o-sorrow and this sorting out of my reading system is that great question I'm trying hard not to forget, Why make things harder for yourself?
Unrelatedly, my new favorite word, which in many ways sums up the first half of my summer, is reprieve . Elaborating on that doesn't have a place on this blog, but applicable to this postponement-o-sorrow and this sorting out of my reading system is that great question I'm trying hard not to forget, Why make things harder for yourself?
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