The Confessional

Non Vocabulum has inspired me in turn. I come to you with a confessional style post...nothing hoity-toity, nothing overthought, just some candid thoughts on my reading life.

What reading life???

I'm in the knifey grip of the mother of all slumps, and it hinges on the fact that I'm starting my graduate degree on Tuesday. We're a mere 5 days from liftoff and, while I should be face-down in a book enjoying the last moments of carefree reading, I'm held captive, like a deer in the headlights, by the anticipation of beginning courses, mad research, and the reading of a whopping 20-something novels for my Oral Tradition Modern Fantasy and Contemporary British Literature courses. I overstate not...there are approximately 22 books piled in the corner of my bedroom waiting to be raped and pillaged. Gone are my days of picking up a waify, brain candy book.

I shall indeed let my raping and pillaging of my required readings pore over onto this page, but I'm still mourning the loss of my carefree reading days. The days of frolicking with Miss Havisham and Thursday through Jasper Fforde's world, laughing with Arlene Fleet thanks to Joshilyn Jackson, and laugh-crying with Jennifer Weiner (sweet Jesus, I can't wait until Goodnight Nobody hits the shelves!).

I will miss you freedom of choice. I will miss you.

Academia beckons (for now).