Books for Breakfast - Book Reviews With a Twist:
A blog about books. And cocktails. Nothing is more literary than alcoholism.
I've had a copy of this sitting on my shelf for five years, and I have yet to have the energy for it. I really want to read it though. Or maybe I just want to have read it. I can't tell the difference anymore.
That's exactly how I feel. In a lot of my book research, "Don Quixote" is referred to as the quintessential novel, the best novel, the novel everyone mimics consciously or not.I got through page 80-something, and I'd have to say, "Um, no."I can't tell the difference anymore either, which is why I had to put up the "no pain, no fun" rule.
You know, I would never have read this if it weren't for having a Great Books class my freshman year - I just would have gotten bogged down in the middle, like with Anna Karenina, which so far is fabulous but which is also sitting with a bookmark in it the same place it was three months ago. Having some extrinsic force making you finish a book surprisingly effective. That said, I am really glad I read it - it was enjoyable and moving (see, this bland critique is why I don't write about books). What's interesting is that now that I've read it, I can pick it up and just read scenes that I really enjoy without having to devote a weekend to the task.Maybe once I don't have a TV any more, I'll be able to read longer books the way I used to. The lack of animals, kids, and significant others will also help.
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