this library addiction has to stop
It started harmlessly enough: I went to pick up the new book club selection, Running with Scissors. I walked out with 4 books, including Margaret George's behemoth Helen of Troy. Never mind that I haven't even finished Friday Night Lights yet, nor The Jinx, which I ordered and received a couple weeks ago, or any of the other books that I actually own. And never mind that soccer season (as well as pool season) is starting up again, so that I'll probably have less time for reading.
I *did* finish Catcher in the Rye, which I liked more this time around than in seventh grade, but which I still don't really like all that much. It'd probably be a lot better to read in context with other popular novels of the era, but I don't have that kind of literary knowledge. And I'm lazy.
I *did* finish Catcher in the Rye, which I liked more this time around than in seventh grade, but which I still don't really like all that much. It'd probably be a lot better to read in context with other popular novels of the era, but I don't have that kind of literary knowledge. And I'm lazy.