Tuesday, January 4, 2011
My greatest reading feat was when I read all of August Wilson's plays in one month. That was many years ago. I was a better person then. I remember that guy. I liked him.
I spent way too much time trying to read Midnight, Sister Souljah's boring sequel to the very exciting The Coldest Winter Ever. Good thing I didn't pay for that book. Usually when I stop reading a book, I blame myself and vow to return to it. Not this time. She loads it down with irrelevant and dull detail. It's subtitled a Gangster Love Story. Too much love and not enough Gangster. I suppose there is action at the end, but she lost me. I picked it up for light and fun entertainment to transition me from the hectic spring semester to the summer, but it was like a drag everyday to get into. So I blame missing my goal on Sister Souljah. No, I had long since lost the battle by then.
I started Lolita, but didn't finish it. This one I enjoyed immensely. Still reading it. (I'm counting it for 2011 when I finish it dammit). I suppose the highlight was Alberto Fuguet's Shorts. A collection of stories, some connected, most not. Many were absolutely devastating. Ever have the feeling when reading a book that you picked it up just at the right time? That the things in the book spoke exactly to how you are feeling at that particular moment? There's probably a lot of bullshit in that feeling, but I won't examine it because the feeling is too magical. Fuguet more than made up for my Sister Souljah moment. Reading is saved.
So in 2011, again, I will attempt to read 100 books. I purposely didn't start Michael Thomas's Man Gone Down until Jan. 1. Also, over my break I plan to tackle Young Mandela by David James Smith and Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell. Probaby throw a story collection in there too. Anything I should read? Anything you plan to read? Wish me luck. Will let you know how it's going. Peace.