why cant i just make things easy and read one book at a time? i have at five separate books stretched open to the leaves i read last, laying about my room, lonely and waiting to be finished. and depending on my mood, i'd say i'll get around and finish them all by Christmas time. i read The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova in the mornings, and Great Expectations in the late morning. In the afternoon, I cover several documents in The Israeli-Arab Reader, and at night I switch between Henrik Ibsen's Emperor and Galilean and and Marcel Proust's Swan's Way.
Confused? So am I.
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