Despite being a voracious bookworm, my literary criticism had fallen by the wayside in the last year. On the one hand, I was reading desperately, feverishly, and with abandon yet my thoughts, notes, criticisms, or praise were not being transferred down to paper or online. Was it laziness or lethargy? In fact, I found myself having to write it down rather than wanting to share my perspective with the world. Although Self-deprecating is a quiet blog, I still did not want to be obliged to transcribe my words, so I kept on reading passionately and thinking critically without recording my thoughts and opinions. Before I knew it, the handful book had turned into more than half a dozen books.
After moving to my condo this summer, my feverish reading came back to taunt me and I am ready to share my humble words and reactions with my fellow bookworms. However, I won’t delve into past titles for fear of obligation. If the fancy strikes me, I may strike up a conversation about Al Gore’s The Assault on Reason, but I am most likely to report on quirky performance artist Miranda July’s short story collection No One Belongs Here More Than You which I have just wrapped up.
I am reading profusely and the world feels warmer, smaller, and oh so full of possibilities.
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