… not necessarily better ones. I have set a “one book a month” goal for my reading for the coming year. I know. Too little. It’s sad when at the end of next year I finish only 12 books. Fitting, though, for twenty-twelve. My number’s been dwindling which is a sad thing. My consolation is that many other things in my life have improved. So there’s a balance. I have read only 25 books this year, that’s less than half the books I have read last year. But more work has been done. Basically, for every book I have not read is equivalent to more pesos in earnings. Next year is a different story, however; many people who go to law school have no time to read fiction. AT. ALL. I now understand why of course, it’s almost impossible to insert the pleasure reading with the more “important”, intense, basis-for-grade readings. It’s important to me, this law thing, and I want to do it right. Still, fiction feeds my soul and I can never do without it. My 24 hours a day might not be enough for one class’s readings but I cannot forgo my soul’s nourishment. I. Must. Read. Fiction.
I won’t pick what books to read like I did last year (I can never seem to faithfully abide by those lists). I will read what would feel right at the time and what will effectively take me away from reality that is civil and criminal cases, store renovations, my life, etc. I can only hope that what little fiction I would be able to read will all be very, very important ones (see: Ulysses, Lolita, The Works of Edgar Allan Poe…). Right now I’m settling for Douglas Adams’ Mostly Harmless. I need for the end of this year to beginning of next year to start with laughter.
Happy New Year! 🙂 Laugh more, live more, love more, read more. Live happy, stay inspired. ♥