You'll hear and you'll recall/ the sadness, the doubt, all the loss, the grief/ will belong to some play from the past

Another August, another milestone. Since we have a decimal numeral system and I try to read 100 books a year, I hit the milestones around the same time every year. Somehow, 600 just doesn't feel like that exciting of a milestone, though. Maybe it's because 500 was such a big one; maybe it's because 100 actually isn't really that great of a milestone indicator and the next milestone is actually 750.

Or maybe it's just that I've hit another bout of list project ennui. If I had to describe it in one word at the moment, I'd choose interminable. I will be 31 and a half when this ends if I keep at my current pace. It just feels like it will go on forever.

Anyway, yay! 600 books! Sigh.

What was the 600th book, you ask? Rings of Saturn by Sebald. It is about this guy on a walking tour of Suffolk. I kid you not. I was disappointed, I must admit. Though, I could imagine a scenario where I would enjoy this book. Specifically, if were on vacation for several weeks in isolation, in a house with lots of full-length windows (almost like a green house) out in a tropical forest, I think I'd enjoy reading it.

Am I behind for the year? Yeah, I think that I am.