HA!, i tried, really. it took a while, because i had to find Proust, (HA! to the "e" i was adding.), because as much as i don't read, i take a book with me almost everywhere i go. to every waiting room, on most errands, really. and i had packed him in my "overnight bag" to the living room, because marriage and babies means giving up my room to
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My initial reaction is: AN ENGLISH MAJOR WHO DREADS READING? That's kind of poetic in itself. I have trouble getting into any book, to be honest, but once I'm there it's smooth sailing. Proust is especially hard, because knowledge of the length of the book ahead makes the pages you are reading seem futile. But as I learned in Dinotopia (I luv u Netflix!), "One raindrop raises the sea." The hardest part is maybe from page 50 to page 100, because the momentum of the Overture dies down, and it's hard settling into the narrator's skin at first.
If, in the end, you really are having trouble getting through it, and with reading in general, would it be tactless of me to suggest moving on? If you're on a reader's block, L[Mc/O]G, Proust is by far not the antidote.
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I also pause in the middle of online TV just to do other stupid things online. We are a generation who just isn't satisfied with one thing at a time.
You're here for SYTYCD! Or I think so. I'm paranoid about using LJ. So I'll get back to these thoughts later, in person or in cyberspace.
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