recently i devoured 3 novels in as many days, or less-- considering i read well into the morning of the second day for the first book, and well into the third morning with the second. the third i read in a whole day.

now i miss reading. i've had a stack of books sitting on a chair in my bedroom for months. they range from young adult fiction, to classic fiction to indie novels that i liked the sound of. the current stack in my room is quickly reaching knee height; perhaps by christmas (at my current rate of purchasing to reading ratio continues to be one-sided) the stack will have grown to hip height?

it's alarming to me to see that i've let it get this bad. i used to limit myself to one book purchase a month, given that i'd read the previous months book before i went out to buy another. such was not the case in situations like when i read the twilight saga, of course. the incredible desire to read the whole saga was preceded by my thirst to finish the harry potter series-- my desire for hp stemming from a long time love of the series and that there was an extreme, definitive end to the story, unlike twilight that just sort of... fluffed its way to the end. although, i understand that there was only one of two ways the twilight saga could've ended given its path of trajectory.

 but these facts are neither here nor there. what i'm really trying to get at is the fact that i can't sit down and devour a novel like i used to. when i was a kid i would set aside a few hours or even a singular hour to just lose myself in  a book. i even did that in high school. now that i'm in post-secondary, i don't even want to think about reading, assigned or otherwise. that's why the stack of books (all purchased in the summer, mind you) in my room is so alarming to me. i had 4 months of bliss; non-academic bliss. and what did i do with that time? nothing. absolutely nothing.

so here i'll put it in writing: i will whittle that stack of books down to a pair of books (i'm thinking wuthering heights and that other classic i decided i absolutely had to read to gain culture or some shit) by the end of the semester. it's a daunting task, since i'm lazy and there are just so many zombies to kill and so many achievements i still haven't unlocked in lego hp on my xbox... and that choula paper ain't going to write itself... and that film....

ok. that's just depressing. sometimes, i truly hate school. i wish i'd never gone. but then i think about what i'd be doing... and i pull up my socks and sweat it out. peter pan can't be all that bad, right?

i'm only letting myself down by not reading these books. i spent so long organizing my bookshelf this summer and pulling out all the books i had in there but hadn't read and the number was alarming. i'm setting out to change that. i've started 'on the road' so many times, i've lost track. i read the first few chapters of 'breakfast at tiffany's' and never came back because sunbathing on the deck was way more fun.

it's time to get it together, because i don't have a lot of spare time left. it's crunch time at school before a leisurely winter break. mark my words, that stack won't look so intimidating by the time i'm through with it.

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recently i devoured 3 novels in as many days, or less-- considering i read well into the morning of the second day for the first book, and well into the third morning with the second. the third i read in a whole day.

now i miss reading. i've had a stack of books sitting on a chair in my bedroom for months. they range from young adult fiction, to classic fiction to indie novels that i liked the sound of. the current stack in my room is quickly reaching knee height; perhaps by christmas (at my current rate of purchasing to reading ratio continues to be one-sided) the stack will have grown to hip height?

it's alarming to me to see that i've let it get this bad. i used to limit myself to one book purchase a month, given that i'd read the previous months book before i went out to buy another. such was not the case in situations like when i read the twilight saga, of course. the incredible desire to read the whole saga was preceded by my thirst to finish the harry potter series-- my desire for hp stemming from a long time love of the series and that there was an extreme, definitive end to the story, unlike twilight that just sort of... fluffed its way to the end. although, i understand that there was only one of two ways the twilight saga could've ended given its path of trajectory.

 but these facts are neither here nor there. what i'm really trying to get at is the fact that i can't sit down and devour a novel like i used to. when i was a kid i would set aside a few hours or even a singular hour to just lose myself in  a book. i even did that in high school. now that i'm in post-secondary, i don't even want to think about reading, assigned or otherwise. that's why the stack of books (all purchased in the summer, mind you) in my room is so alarming to me. i had 4 months of bliss; non-academic bliss. and what did i do with that time? nothing. absolutely nothing.

so here i'll put it in writing: i will whittle that stack of books down to a pair of books (i'm thinking wuthering heights and that other classic i decided i absolutely had to read to gain culture or some shit) by the end of the semester. it's a daunting task, since i'm lazy and there are just so many zombies to kill and so many achievements i still haven't unlocked in lego hp on my xbox... and that choula paper ain't going to write itself... and that film....

ok. that's just depressing. sometimes, i truly hate school. i wish i'd never gone. but then i think about what i'd be doing... and i pull up my socks and sweat it out. peter pan can't be all that bad, right?

i'm only letting myself down by not reading these books. i spent so long organizing my bookshelf this summer and pulling out all the books i had in there but hadn't read and the number was alarming. i'm setting out to change that. i've started 'on the road' so many times, i've lost track. i read the first few chapters of 'breakfast at tiffany's' and never came back because sunbathing on the deck was way more fun.

it's time to get it together, because i don't have a lot of spare time left. it's crunch time at school before a leisurely winter break. mark my words, that stack won't look so intimidating by the time i'm through with it.