Time for Doin' What I'd Like.....

I recently realized one of the best things about being "less involved" these days (aside from the obvious ability to sidestep a good bit of annoyance and aggravation) is having more time to read! I can't even describe how nice it is too look at the odd afternoon or evening and say "wow.....I don't have any chores to do.....I think I'll read!"

I recently finished Elie Weizel's Night and yes, I'm embarrassed to admit it took me this many years to get it read. It's such a moving book, and one I should have read a long time ago in school.

I quickly finished Anita Shreve's Testimony. And I do mean quickly.......I read this book in 24 hours! And sheesh I read and love everything by Shreve, but I think this was the most engrossing I've come across ever.

I have since moved on to Richard Wright's The Outsider and am loving it as much as his Native Son which I tackled last winter. I feel so bad that it took me this long to discover Wright as well, but sadly he is not one often taught in high school English. Such a pity.

And I guess E-Roc and I are on the same wave-length as he is also doing some long overdue required reading himself with The Jungle and Hiroshima on his nightstand.

Eggheads. Yes, we are.....

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