So it's gonna be forever/ Or it's gonna go down in flames/ You can tell me when it's over/ If the high was worth the pain

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.