Day Three Hundred
Sixty-five days and thirty-nine books. Scary…
I am working on staying up later to get more reading in. Now I drink a pot of coffee every morning and half a pot every night. So far it has meant an extra few hundred pages.
I finished Sons and Lovers and I just want to say thank you Pam for not being an obsessive unhappy freak who lives through her sons. It makes my life easier and is giving me a good example for when I’ll have to let go of mine. Sheesh! Literature can be downright disturbing. The novel is about a woman who had an unhappy marriage and so clings to her sons, poisoning their relationships with women and sucking the life out of them at home. Her husband was kind of a jerk but she was a self-righteous shrew. Lawrence is good enough to make you feel sympathetic and pitying to each character in turn but they were not a very admirable lot.
I’ve accepted advice and started Robinson Crusoe. So far he sounds just like Sinbad the Sailor but next to Paul and and the rest of the Morels he’s downright jolly even if he doesn’t understand the concept of risk… Hopefully by tonight we’ll be down to 38.