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Thursday, January 10th, 2008

Read me like a

For someone who claims to like reading, who plans to publish books one day, who averaged around four books by every Friday last semester, who works in a bookstore and is surrounded by all the literature anyone could ever ask for, I sure don't read much anymore. Maybe I'm just tired of all the pages everywhere (being an English major is exhausting and expensive: I had to go out and buy a bookcase for my dorm this year because I didn't have enough space for the $750 worth of texts, and I built it all by myself!), but the last thing I read for pleasure was the seventh Harry Potter, and what do you know--I have spent the entire winter break rereading it. It also may be because I am strapped for cash and feel like every book I look at is just a waste of money that I could be spending on a better book. I need guarantees with my literature.

Last year, a few of us at school talked about getting together a book club for this exact reason--we never read on our own during the semester--but some things happened and some things didn't. Now, I'm considering it again. At the very least, I want someone to recommend a book for me NOW so that I may have something interesting to turn to when I'm sick of 18th century garbage (the worst century, imo). At the most, I want a book club, one where we really get together and we really decide on books that we all really read, and maybe we don't actually talk about it and sure, yeah, maybe we just gossip the entire time, but at least I'm not a big English major fraud. At least when people ask me what types of books I enjoy lately, I won't come up with a random genre that actually translates to "Jurassic Park. I am reading Jurassic Park."

 

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