Some random thoughts that I've had this month on the march to the end (I'm at book 99 for the year, 637 for the project, if you are wondering):
Joseph Conrad is vanquished!
What kind of idiot chooses Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow when trying to read nine books in December?
I really do not understand why Anne Shirley ignored geometry for Ben-Hur. And I say this as someone who's not a fan of geometry (number theory any day).
Does it really matter if I don't read 100 books this year? What am I saying, of course it does; my life will more or less be a complete failure if I don't.
Why are so many books about horribly irritating people making horrible life choices? Money, I'm looking at you.
