a book a day

When my little sister and I were younger, my mom used to try to get us to read by bragging that when she was in college, she'd read a book a day.  We both enjoyed reading anyways, but I think maybe she just wanted to make us jealous of how much she'd read, hoping we'd emulate.

Sometimes, it worked — but when I finally had time to read a book a day (summer, winter, spring breaks...), and would decide on a book list, I could never really pull through, mostly because I'm just so frustratingly slow.  I can't move on until I've absorbed every single word on a page; I read less efficiently, but I'm also good at recalling things I've read.  To be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Now that I'm starting the last winter break of my foreseeable future, I've decided to reinstate the book-a-day goal.  It probably won't work, but I'm making it easier on myself by  including magazines as eligible items.  So, after having linked to her site here on the blog, I read Miranda July's book of stories, No one belongs here more than you, which makes for a really fun read as well as a pretty great present.  I gave it to my adviser, as well, and was glad I did.  

(There's a definite guilt thing going on here about linking to or referencing someone, and then feeling like I should read the book, and then buying it and reading it.  This is the third time this has happened.)

Today, I finished July (and felt like it was acceptable given the regulations because I really only started it 24 hours ago), and then I sunk and read the Pottery Barn catalogue, which I take a special pleasure in reading, especially around the holidays.  Most people would hesitate to admit that kind of thing, but they probably haven't picked up the Pottery Barn catalogue recently, either.  (They probably also spend more money on things that are made look cheap.  Fuck.  I hate that I know people like that.)

Now I'm hooked on the idea of this faux fur throw pillow/blanket set (pillows are $24 in magazine - I've memorized the prices, but can't remember ever having bought anything from a magazine).  They look comfy and bachelorette-ish.  One of my best friends, who consistently drops hints that it's weird how much I love/am blatantly willing to wear fur, would probably make a lot of fun of me for it, but I can't help how fond I am of the hunting lodge look (er...see first post for obvious, permanently ingrained reasons why..).