This weekend I cheated. It is a shocking event, and I regret it. I CHEATED ON MY READING PLAN.
Those of you who rely on spreadsheets to tell you what to do will consider me weak-minded. Those of you who are twenty-first-century bohemians will wonder why anyone would make a plan at all.
It was getting to be kind of a drag. Three such serious books. All great…and yet. So serious (except for Thackeray, who has a great sense of humor). I adore Anna Karenina (964 pages), which I’ve read many times. All finished! Soon, soon I will get back to the others.
At first I cheated on them with relatively short books. I didn’t care much for Jeanine Cummins’s new novel American Dirt, which was not as short as I wished (400 pages), but it was fast. Then I galloped through Patrick Dennis’s 1962 comic novel, Genius, which was lots of fun and only 300 pages. And now I’m planning something even shorter–a Barbara Pym.
I must say, cheating on my plan has been a blast. But I cannot believe my hero, George Eliot, would have cheated on a READING plan. Jane Austen, maybe. Pamela Hansford Johnson, definitely. She breezily read (or skimmed) five or six review copies in day and then hurriedly scribbled the reviews. Shocking! But she was such a good writer.
I WILL get back on track.
In this age we need so many checklists and plans. I’m always reading about plans and checklists. Honestly, it starts to feel almost RIGHT-WING! Now I’m back to my pragmatic self: reality. God knows how many pages I have already read this month! I will return to the charming Thackeray (880 pages), but will postpone the Rebecca West (1,181 pages). I have learned that I have little interest in the Balkans.
DO YOU STICK TO YOUR READING PLANS?