“How I Thought Reading 600 Pages During the First Week Of the New Year and The Week of My Birthday Would Pose Only a Minor Complication” -OR- “How I Learned To Accept Defeat, Reconsider My Options, Be Gifted A Kindle and Move the Fuck On With A Cranky Old Brit”
Week Two: The Rest Is Noise*
600 pages on the history of 20th century music in 5 days?
Possibility: Doable [insert caveat about probability here]
Pages to read per day: aprrox. 150
The book’s magnificent & haunting cover had been calling to me for months. Surely, if I set my will to the task, I could do anything even when confronting a busy week…
I was mistaken.
I was sincerely, ridiculously mistaken.
Total pages read to date: 347
Defeated & feeling more than a little bit like a failure, my salvation came on Thursday evening via a manifestation of the future.
A little tablet of beautiful, snowy white goodness.
My very own kindle.
I plugged the beauty in and set about to select the perfect replacement for my failure. It was time to forget & move on. But what to read?
Perhaps something lite & fluffy, with no residual aftertaste.
But wouldn’t that leave me feeling cheap?
In my current state of failure/vulnerability I decided that although time required I pick something under 300 pages, I could not deal with the emotional let down of a poor read. There needed to be substance to my rebound read.
Plus, I was a little nervous about my new reading companion.
With a conventional paper bound book, I knew what to expect. How the pages felt & responded to my touch. With this, my new toy, I had no way of knowing how long it would take me to find & get into a comfortable rhythm.
But then again, what is this all about, if not exploring new challenges & learning more about the world & how to live in it.
It seems somehow fitting then that I reclaimed my victory over week 2 with our old, salty friend Churchill…
*UPDATE: WEEK TWO: Winston Churchill by John Keegan