So while in the middle of trying to finish up the new Jhumpa Lahiri short story collection, A Room of One’s Own, and Alice Munro stories (among others), I’ve started a new book–George Eliot’s Middlemarch.
I’m a fool. But whenever I go to the library with Donnie and he checks out all sorts of graphic novels and comic books, I feel left out and wish I could check something out for myself. I haven’t checked out a book in months, but the draw is still there. It’s part of the old attraction to the crinkly plastic book jackets that can only be found at the library and the heft and importance of having a novel lying about the house that must be read by a certain time. It’s about having a set goal.
So now I have a set goal with Middlemarch of August 3rd. Even though I know I can renew my loan, I’m going to try to get it done by then. We’ll see. It’s a long novel, but nothing compared to Dickens’ Bleak House and with slightly larger text! I’m already 100 pages in and have finished Book One. It’s my first George Eliot novel, and I’m finding her wit most amusing (very Jane Austen-esque). I have to keep remembering that it’s a library copy so I can’t mark on the pages. Instead, I’m denoting my favorite lines with a tiny pencil mark and then writing down the page number on another piece of paper. When I’m done, I’ll go back through and type up my favorite lines. Yes, I will actually do it–if I finish on time!
Also, while reading Middlemarch, I’m going to try to read the next in Mary Stewart’s Merlin series–The Hollow Hills. Before I checked out the Eliot book, I placed a hold on The Hollow Hills and even though I could just ignore the hold, I really want to keep reading the series. It’s all my mother’s fault for handing me the book when I was visiting in Texas, and then my fault for reading it obsessively and all through both legs of my flight back (note: I usually don’t read on planes. I’m one of those people who stares into nowhere and wishes she weren’t almost experiencing motion sickness.).
I hadn’t realized before writing this that I’m sort of a slave to voluntary deadlines. It’s similar to the way I handled the Amish Friendship Bread neverending chain of baking. I had to keep baking loaves every 10 days, until after several rounds, I finally forced myself to stop.
Anyway, I guess I better go read!